Indian American Love Child

It is only fitting I talk about L-O-V-E around Valentine's Day. More specifically, lost love. It's been a tough couple of months for me as I've come to the sad realization that I no longer love what I do for a living. To some people, this is no big deal, as they might have never even come close to enjoying what they did, yet alone, loving it. But I LOVED nursing. For many years, no matter what shift I worked, how sick my patients or how many patients, how staffed or understaffed- I loved my profession. Of course there were bad days, but despite even the worst days, I loved being able to guide my patient through sickness to health, to be a pillar of support and a comfort at their most vulnerable time, and to use my skills and critical thinking to make sure all my patients were safe and that their needs were met. I never thought I would tire of nursing. I very much believed I could be a career nurse, retiring after 30 + years of patient care- satisfied and happy. Sadly, ...

Life has a really strange way of working out. The older I get, the more I realize everything happens for a reason. Even though I will be leaving California on very bittersweet terms, and god knows I will miss it terribly, I think I finally understand why things might have worked out the way they did and why I am leaving. I am leaving to fulfill a dream. I am moving to NYC in a little over a month, and if there was ever a time for me to move to New York, it is most definitely NOW. After California. I feel so much more zen (go ahead and call the hippie police on me), and in a healthier place. If I lived in NYC even as little as two years ago, I would have been outta control. Going out all the time, endless mindless dates, getting trapped in the shallow "social scene", but now I think I will truly enjoy NYC for all the right reasons. Truthfully, some of things I used to love about New York has lost its appeal...like the hustle and bustle, the everyday grind, the constant sti...