To the 9th Avenue

I will move most of my belongings from my friend’s house to my new apartment on 9th Avenue in Brooklyn tomorrow.
I have butterflies in my stomach. This is quite similar to how I felt when I was first coming up to New York for my first job.
I did not want to leave Philadelphia. I did not want to have nor to expect to have a post-graduate life in New York. However, the reality was that I did not have any choice.
One of the reasons that I feel still unsettled in New York is that I have only acquaintances, a couple of them in Brooklyn, Queens and even the Long Island. I am still very attached to Philadelphia where I have immediate friends, mentors and most of all, my lifestyle that I loved.
When I was at work, I read the article that there is some kind of a disorder for some New Yorkers. I canot recall its name, but its recognizable symptom is simple; feeling lonely completely alone in the crowd. One of my good friends left New York because he was not able to stand being assimilated even though the crowd surrounded him.
Also, my former professor said, “There is nothing worse than feeling alone in New York. Make friends or get a boyfriend. ”
I laughed at his comment, but I think in a way it makes sense to a certain extent.
Another chapter of my life will start from tomorrow. I will be leaving Astoria, the place that I end up liking and wishing to stay, to all the way down to the 9th Avenue in Brooklyn, the area called “the second China town.”
I am nervous, but I will find the way out to entertain myself and enjoy each moment in New York, staying away from having the disorder!