EP01-I left my big fancy city job

EP01-I left my big fancy city job

2021-06-29    02'49''

主播: 碳酸啤酒

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介绍:
When I left for college at the end of summer, I kissed my hometown goodbye! I told everyone, "I will NEVER come back here!" I secretly felt that moving back home meant that I'd failed. That I became nothing. That I was nothing. I loved city life in NYC. I adored the museums, nightlife, the concerts, and endless options for food and fun. I breathed the city in. I walked on the streets like I was a part of them. Everything inside of me breathed excitement and endless opportunity. Because we're told opportunity only lives in cities. Living in the city did provide me with many opportunities. But the older I became, and the closer I got to my 30s, something changed. I started to hate living in the city. I hated the traffic – especially the long, cramped commutes to work. I despised going out, fighting crowds to get a table or even get a drink. And I especially hated my hair smelling of hot dog vendors, smoke, and smog. I began wanting a bit more freedom, something the city could no longer give me. I started to dream about moving back home. And I did it. I moved home, despite all the disapproval. I left my good job, my talent agency, and the endless opportunities. Every day I wake up to birds chirping, and the cool air and sunlight coming in from the window. No traffic sounds, car alarms, or people screaming on the streets. There is something about the air here – it's clean. It smells good. I can also see the Grand Mesa from my bedroom window. My work commute is a four-minute car ride. And on summer nights, my favorite thing to do is watch the sunset from my porch because it's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Since I've been home my life has flourished. I realized that home, for me, is a place that inspires me. A place to dream and aspire. Because before, in the city, I felt like I had to compete with everyone to get ahead. Many times, forgetting what I was 'fighting' for, I was clouded in competition and not passion. I lost touch with the other parts of myself, never quite realizing that the quiet country life provided that to me.