Sometimes I hate Cleveland....
Ever since I discovered I wanted to make journalism my career, I found myself in an interesting dilemma: Do I stay in Cleveland and make a go of it here or do I (ultimately) pack it up and move to New York and compete with the hundreds of new hungry journalists every year?
Everytime I think about making that decision it gets harder and harder. Especially since I'm no longer the carefree young grad with no strings and seemingly tons of ambition. I have obligations now, responsibilities that don't allow me to just pick up and move to a city where it's ridiculously expensive.
And Cleveland has been good to me. Decent, affordable houses, decent opportunities, etc. I actually like Cleveland.
My goal right now is to live in Cleveland for the time being, land a job in magazines, and then move to a larger city once our finances are right and it makes sense with our careers. I'm giving it two to three years tops.
But the most aggravating thing is that while I like Cleveland, it's not New York. To be an editor in Cleveland is not the same thing as being an editor in New York. And sometimes I feel like I would be shortchanging myself if I stayed here in my comfort zone.
But really, it's not about me anymore. My decisions aren't 100% based on what makes me happy - the majority of the time it's about what is best for my daughter. Would a New York upbringing be possible? Yes, but I'm not sure that's what's best for her. I want her to be around family and the majority of our respective families are in Northeast Ohio.
So what do I do? Feedback would be greatly appreciated!