I partially left (meaning I kept an apartment!) New York City by moving to San Francisco in December 2004. I was in search of clean air, beauty, access to the outdoors and a completely different lifestyle.
Earlier, I had made a list of the cities that I thought could support my luxury lifestyle service: fine portrait photography. I added Miami, Dallas, Houston, Las Vegas, LA and blindly added SF. I had a feeling the crunchy, healthy, pricey area would be the most difficult to break into, yet it was the only climate that appealed to me.
I never gave up my apartment in NY, because I couldn't imagine not having a place here. I AM New York, heart, body and soul. I just needed a break from the polluted heat and humidity of summer and the incessant noise.
Well, I had a hard time getting work in SF. I got a little, but to my surprise, my NY business was booming. I finally decided after two and a half years that I had to move back.
So today was my day. The movers showed up at 2pm and heaved and hauled up and down three flights of stairs for eight hours. My dear, talented friend, Megan Scott, came in and saved me at the last minute by helping me with the final clean up and clear out. I will be forever grateful to her generous gift of time and kindness that day.
Well, it was midnight by the time we were done, so I crashed at her place with my car loaded up for a cross-country drive across the USA.
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