I was “lucky” enough to be able to move to the city of my dreams even before my 20s. I out-studied myself getting into the university I could never think of being accepted; out-worked self building a system of income that would allow me to support my needs and moving expenses; and certainly had more courage I ever discovered within me to make it all happen. Let me tell you how I felt this move, and maybe some of you will find your past, or prepare for the future. At first, it’s survival. The city tests you. Rent drains your bank account faster than you imagined, strangers brush past you like you don’t exist, and every step feels like a race you weren’t trained for. It’s loud, chaotic, and relentless. But then, something shifts. It comes suddenly when all pieces come together, slowly but surprisingly. Work gets you to a new level. Communication sets you to a new horizon of connections and opportunities. You take the subway without checking the map. The skyline though never stops being a dream and turns into a reminder of your new life. You stop chasing this dream and suddenly realise you are this dream, this city, in a way. Moving to New York isn’t just about relocating. It’s about becoming more resilient, more open, more yourself than ever before. And if you’re feeling the pull, if you can’t shake the thought of waking up to the energy of this place every day, maybe it’s time. Because at some point, you stop wondering if you belong here. You just do.