Moving to NYC

New York. Washington D.C. Chicago.  

Those are just a few of the cities that I have wanted to live in for the past few years. Most twenty-somethings I know have an aching desire to leave their hometown at some point in their lives.

There are many reasons twenty-somethings get the itch to move. Some want a change, others believe that their hometown “sucks” and is boring.

Being from Cleveland I’ve heard more complaints about the city than I care to. A few years ago I was bound and determined to make it to NEW YORK CITY. I thought that all of my wildest dreams would come true if I ventured out to this magical, glamourous place.

And then I graduated with no job and student loans and realized that I was not going to be making it out to NYC anytime soon.

I began exploring my hometown a bit more. I figured I might as well since I would be staying here for awhile. After a lot of exploring I found that I actually liked my hometown. I was no longer one of the many twenty-somethings that needed to “get the hell out”.

My attitude has completely changed about staying home. My friends and family are here. I love the metro parks and Lake Erie. Cleveland is my HOME.

I still have a very deep desire to travel and explore new places. But, for now I am satisfied with staying home.

 

Early Twenties: A time of great change

I was raised to believe that abortion and gay marriage were wrong. No. They were more than wrong-they were amongst the worst sins a person could commit.

For years I adhered to this very limited way of thinking. I thought that because I was a Christian I could not believe anything else. And then I grew up and I started to think, and ask questions lots of questions.

I stifled my questions throughout high school because I did not want to stand out. Things changed after I entered college. Things changed even more after I graduated. I started to believe that abortion was a woman’s choice. And that two people who loved each other should be allowed to be married regardless of sexual orientation.

Change:

My questioning and doubts led to the gradual death of my faith. I wasn’t quite sure how I could pray and consider myself a Christian when I believed this way.

I still don’t have the answer to this question. But, as time has passed I have realized that I CAN still believe in God and consider myself a Christian and disagree with these teachings.

My beliefs and views on life have changed drastically throughout my twenties. I’m pretty sure that they will keep changing as I get older.

But, in the meantime I am going to get busy living my life and stop worrying about how other people are living their lives.