I moved to New York because it was the land of opportunity and simply I like living in the city. I have always been fond of trying new things. I left my hometown for the major reason that my family was getting along and they didn’t need me, that is why I felt comfortable leaving. Though sometimes I wonder about them and how they are doing. Eventually I thought of coming back but New York has made me a slave to its culture, the thought you can get anything at any time. I loved and still do love Seattle, it breathes out of every part of me but loneliness grew of not having a husband or the ability to advance my career in the direction I wanted. After a few years here I am still not where I want to be. What is to become of me, has already been planned, I just have to find out when it arrives.