Treks in the city

January 15, 2014

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One of the coolest things about my family -- well, most of my family -- is our willingness to take risks. Preysses seem to take regular leaps of faith, even when it appears at the time, there's no safety net whatsoever.

Somehow, we're biologically programmed to know everything, eventually, will indeed work out the way it's supposed to.

(Trust me, this adventurous way of thinking can make things really interesting while on vacation.)

In my family, we change jobs, move cities, travel the world and go after our dreams -- whatever form they may take -- with fervor. Failure happens regularly. But so does success.

But chasing dreams is tricky business. No one but you ever understands them. And sometimes they take A REALLY LONG TIME to pull off, which can be frustrating and emotional. Sometimes you just want to sit in the corner and cry, praying for God to reconfigure your brain so that your greatest life passion would be knitting scarves or working part-time at a local grocery store.

But those moments of despair are great for the soul. That's when you realize, accomplishing dreams is about persistence. And more than anything, it's about taking risks.

No matter how big or small, how silly or serious, pursuing (then accomplishing) a dream requires five things: 1. Trying 2. failing 3. trying again 4. getting outside your comfort zone and 5. ignoring the naysayers who don't understand your dream. These people are usually family members, significant others, and best friends. And it's OK, they don't need to understand, or need an explanation for your need to change.

But back to my family.

At some point in all of our lives, we have gone after our dreams. We've uprooted ourselves and relocated to another state, another city, another country -- each one of us at the time uncertain about the outcome.

Examples: -My grandmother did it when she left her native Iceland during WWII to move to New York and marry my grandfather. -My father did it when he left New York to move to Georgia after grad school, where he met my mother and settled into life as a "Southerner." <--- He hates when I call him that. -My mother did it when she moved from Eastman, Ga. to Atlanta (and c'mon, that's basically like moving from The Middle East to Oklahoma.) -I did it when I moved to North Carolina, and again, three years ago when I moved to Texas. -My brother did it when he moved to Indiana after college, met and married his wife, and decided to stay in the land of cornfields -Heck, my cousin Brin just decided to move to Uganda for God's sake, where she'll be working with local orphans through her non-profit organization, African S.O.U.P. (Sponsorship of Orphans in Uganda Project).

And most recently, my sister and her husband did it, when they sold all their possessions, and vehicles and moved to New York City. They decided since they always wanted to live there, they should get it out of their system before they permanently settle and start having children.

Of course my father, who remember, is from NYC, wasn't a fan of this idea. Neither was my mother, who believed their Georgia niceness would get them murdered, mugged, or lost within 24 hours of their relocation.

But they decided not to listen to anyone's opinion, gave themselves three months to fail, purchased a sublet, and took the plunge.

For the rest of their lives, no matter what happens, or where they end up, they'll always be able to say, "Remember that time we sold everything we owned, and moved to New York with no jobs lined up?"

If that isn't gutsy -- I don't know what is.

They're both employed now, in jobs they love. They've moved out of the Brooklyn sublet and found permanent residence in Washington Heights.

And they've exceeded the three-month window to fail. That equals success. Hooray!

I think they're the coolest (and the cutest) little couple in NYC!

Check out this video on their life in NYC. They went after their dream and pulled it off. They look a leap of faith, a risk, and they're making some great memories in the city.

Congrats on five months, siblings! Can't wait to see what your next crazy plan will be.

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