Making the first run - why I made the move from Ireland to New York City
How the saying “Life’s too short” has come to make sense to me living in the Big Apple
Being inherently lazy and impossibly petulant at the time, I ignored this advice and so was surprised that I remembered it so vividly 7 years later. It began to make sense to me and I instantly compared it to the self involved, illogical comment from the drunken man the night before. The notion that we were ‘birds with broken wings restricted by our economy’ seemed absurd to me now.
Before you begin to think that I am being slanderous and malicious towards this man, I should drop the bomb that the statement came from me. I’m ashamed to admit that this was my train of thought for a while. The world was against us. Wrong place, wrong time. We all have to work in shitholes to get a pittance of a wage.
I now realise that this is not true. Life is too short to ‘wait it out’. Even if we are birds with broken wings, broken bones heal and come back stronger. Remembering the girl from the west and my old manager’s advice, I now realise that life is there to be lived no matter what the situation. If we can’t fly, we learn how to run and even if it takes 15 runs, we keep going until we get what we want. This is what I am doing in New York City.
I am finally making the first run.