Contribution by Stevie Kirby
The decision to move to New York was an easy one for me. I’ve been obsessed with everything about New York since I was a child—the lights, the all night diners, the endless opportunities to see live music and shows. I knew that when I graduated from college I would end up there. Convincing my parents was another issue. My mom worried about everything possible for months before I moved. She emailed me articles on crimes, and the bleak job market, and tirades about how confusing the subway system is on a semi-daily basis. My dad was the easier one to convince, surprisingly. He was concerned about more logistical issues—where I’d live, where I’d work, and how I would possibly afford to live in such an expensive city. We did all of our homework in the months before I left, and I felt completely prepared for my new life in New York. I found a great apartment in Brooklyn that I could afford and still eat, I landed a great job, and thanks to my dad’s insane research skills I found a way to make New York Energy Rates very affordable. My mom told me to use the money I saved to buy some pepper spray. Point taken, Mom.
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