I moved from New York City to Las Vegas a little over two months ago. Saying goodbye to THE city. Where I spent my late twenties & early thirties. A place that gave me so much and then some. My favorite place I’ve ever lived hands down- the energy, the ambition, the hustle, the food, the lights, the sights, the sounds, the chaos…. all of it contributing to one very special home for the last five years. I’ll always be grateful to New York City and will always love it dearly.

That being said, making the move was the easiest decision of my life and maybe the most impactful one I’ll ever make. I used to not believe people when they said “when you meet the one, you’ll know”. Damn it, it’s true. A little over a year ago I met a very special girl on a cruise to Antarctica. We were just friends on the cruise…until she made a sneaky move on me the last night [she swears it was me].

Anyways, one thing led to another and I’ve ended up in Las Vegas, Nevada. Never in my life would I imagine I’d land here. Casinos, mountains, dry heat, a WAY more affordable cost of living than NYC, suburb life, close proximity to California, Utah, Colorado, national parks everywhere…. I’ve quickly learned there’s a lot more to Vegas than just the Strip.

By this point I’ve been fortunate enough to live in a lot of new places and understand what it takes to build a life from the ground up, wherever I end up. How to start from scratch & turn a new city into a new home. Boca Raton, Tallahassee, London, Charlottesville, Los Angeles, Barcelona, New York, and now Las Vegas. All very different places but with the same universal principles around how to successfully settle in to a new city.

Make new friends, find community, play sports, try lots of new things, and most importantly keep an open mind. Moving to a new place is a priceless opportunity to clean out old, unproductive habits and try new things.

I’ve had to learn to become domesticated which is really new for me [just ask my gf about growing pains]. Costco memberships, weekly car washes, trips to Sprouts, and looking after our cat have replaced spontaneous weeknight drinks in Williamsburg.

I’m learning how to keep the week fresh when you don’t have the built-in mechanism of living in walkable New York City on top of millions of other people with hundreds of stimulating options around you at all times.

But I’m loving it. It’s almost like shedding the old skin and growing into a new one.

32 years of very little responsibility, and quite honestly, only having to worry about myself, have given way to companionship, a new city, and a brand new chapter.

It feels very much like starting a journey with a very bright, beautiful road ahead.

Stoked for this next chapter.

New Beginnings

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