The Grass is Always Greener...
The move to Long Island may have been my most difficult move yet. When I first came out here over three years ago, I was in a stage of transition – from student life to the working world, from an interesting life overseas to a daily commute on a traffic congested island, from a community of friends and family to yet another place unknown. And while I did look forward to the sense of adventure that comes with new experiences like these, I also felt a good amount of apprehension. Indeed, at the beginning I was quite frustrated and upset with myself. I questioned my decision to leave Germany and to take a job in the corporate world. I lamented the switch from a place where I could get anywhere I wanted by bicycle or public transit to probably one of the most car dependent, congested, and expensive places to live. I wondered why I returned to the U.S., only to immediately move to a place that was still several hundred miles away from home. For my first six months or so out here I was ...