I’m going to start this post by stressing just how much I love New York. This city has so much more to offer than I ever imagined and I’ve met some seriously awesome people since I moved here – the majority of whom would never have come into my life back in the UK.
In other words, this place is ace.
However, I think one of the most difficult things about moving here – other than missing my friends and family something rotten – is the feeling that I’m missing out on so many different experiences back at home.
It sounds so silly, but I really do feel a surge of sadness even when I’m missing the most ridiculous of things – my friends having dinner without me, my family hanging out together, my former work colleagues going to an event without me, my lacrosse team taking to the field without me. You name it, I get FOMO because of it.
And I know, I know, that there are more than enough things for me to do here, experiences for me to enjoy, memories to make, and yet I just can’t help feeling like I’m missing out on stuff at home.
Now I don’t want y’all to think that I’m here crying into my pillow every night – seriously Mum, I’m fine – but I do want to be totally honest, moving to another country, no matter how brilliant, isn’t without its negative aspects, and there are a lot of things back home that I do miss. Equally, there are a lot of things here that I have truly come to love and enjoy.
Thankfully, the positives are far outweighing the negatives, so if a little FOMO is the worst thing to happen to me, I’ll count myself lucky.