As I’ve grown accustomed to calling the Queen City ‘home’, I’ve learned that actually calling a city home is a whole lot different than feeling like a city is home. As much as I thought I’d be an emotional mess post-move, I surprisingly haven’t been much of an emotional mess. Yes, I’ve had my days where I wish I was snuggling in my own feather bed, watching the Bills game with my dad or grabbing $3 mimosa’s with Roanoke friends, but for the most part this homebody is doing quite well besides a few teary eyed nights.
For a little over 2 weeks, I’ve survived the move and these are a few of my so-called tips to well, survive and stuff:
The busy bee thing is the truth.
As much as I used to hate being super busy (I absolutely love my ‘me’ time), I knew that staying busy was essential to not feeling lonely 24/7 in a new city. Keeping myself busy with long runs, sushi dates with friends or Panther tailgates have been among a few things I tackled just last week. This busy bee is ready for more.
Routine is key.
What can I say; I’m a list girl. As much as I love spontaneity, I can’t live without having some type of to-do list or routine. When it comes to routines, I’ve always been into heading to the gym in the morning (I can go on and on about the advantages, but I won’t bore you with those). When I moved, I knew I had to stick with that routine. It might sound silly, but having a reason to get up early and start the day on a positive note is always a good idea.
Explore and then explore some more.
Even though I’ve found some great places for hot wings, French 75s and ½ off bottles of wine, I’ve vowed to keep trying new restaurants and bars and visiting neighborhoods instead of veering to the norm. For a little over 2 weeks, I’ve managed to explore countless bars, boutiques and running trails and I can’t wait to add to my list.
Step out of the norm.
Stepping out of my comfort zone is not necessarily my strong suit, but I know it’s essential to making friends in a new place. I’ve never been one to grab a glass of wine solo (ok, except maybe at Fork in the Alley) at a bar, but recently I’ve felt like hey, why not? I’m even considering snagging a part time job at a local boutique just to branch out a bit. As much as that’s not the me I’ve always known, it’s kind of liberating to know that I’m at least willing to step out of my comfort zone and embrace the uknown.
Still have ‘me’ time.
As much as I’ve been trying to stay busy and explore new places, it’s incredibly exhausting. This past weekend hit me hard and as much as I wish I had the energy to endure an entire Panther’s tailgate; I sadly couldn’t. Sorry guys, my body was not happy that I stayed out till 2am on the night before. #BodyAches #Adulting