Hello my sweet friends, my dedicated readers…my support team. I have to admit this blog post comes to you a little bittersweet. Bitter because to hasn’t been the best week for me and I’ll tell you why. Sweet because this day of apple-picking was one of the best days I’ve had since moving to New York City and I am so happy we did it.
Some of you might be aware that Wyatt and I had a little bit of a rough start in our new city. Numerous things took away from our happiness and crushed our plans like our vehicle being broken into, my job transfer falling through, losing friends who I thought I would never lose and so much more. I thought things were slowly looking up until just yesterday a small job I had that was keeping me busy decided that they no longer needed me. It ended on great terms but still disappointing nonetheless.
I feel like I can’t catch a break. It’s like the universe is doing everything in it’s power to bring me down and I’m just over here saying “Stop picking on me!” My depression has officially taken over. I spend my days in bed watching Netflix and cuddling with Finley. This is my life. I know it will get better but I’m just curious when exactly that will be. Ya know? The day I found out I was let go of my job, I let myself cry it out for a moment or two and then I got up from the couch and said “Dammit! I will not let myself ruin another day! We’re going Apple-picking.” Wyatt was the main influence behind this sudden rush of motivation. He’s been so amazing, so patient, so gentle and kind during this bumpy phase in our lives. I truly cannot even fathom what I would do without him. He’s my rock day in and day out. I’m one lucky girl.
We spent this special day driving to who-knows-where New York, dipping in and out of New Jersey. The Autumn leaves were incredible and made the entire drive a breeze. Once we finally got to the Apple Orchard we became little kids again, running through the aisles and climbing up apple trees. I wish we could relive this day over and over. I’m so blessed in so many ways and things can only go up when you feel like you’re at rock bottom. I hope this life in NYC becomes all that I’ve ever wished it to be. I want to leave this city someday loving it and loving the memories it gave me…not hating it and itching to get out.
Good vibes, please come my way.
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