The Bennetts are moving to New York. Yes, New York City. Who moves to New York in their late 30s with a husband, two kids and a cat? Me, I guess. New York has never been in my plans. I was dying to move to New York right after college, but I feel like that is a pretty common collegiate fantasy. Since then, I’ve loved to visit, but I haven’t really thought of living there.
I won’t go into all the details, but a recruiter reached out to me in October, and simply because I make it a rule to always talk to recruiters so I will have contacts when I AM actively looking for a job, I talked to them. And then I talked to them again. And then they said they would like to fly me to NYC to meet with the executive team of the large bookseller I will be working for…but because I still wasn’t really interested or taking it seriously, I asked for a phone call with the hiring manager for the role before flying up there because, well, we’re all very busy and we should at least see if their is chemistry. So I had the call, and it was very casual and chatty and it turns out that hiring manager is the interim CEO, and also the long-time mentor of my current boss, whom I admire, Frank. ERGH. BLERGH. After about 45 minutes, he said “So I heard you needed to talk with me first before agreeing to come up here- are you going to come up here?” And so I did.
And then they told me they were going to offer me the job. And what they would pay. And because I still didn’t think I was going to leave Minneapolis and take a job in New York, unless it was an absolutely ridiculous deal, I told them how far off we were on the deal points. And because I was sincerely unattached to the idea- they could tell I wasn’t bluffing. So they created a deal I couldn’t walk away from- and so- we are moving to New York in the end of February where I will be the head of marketing for the aforementioned large bookseller.
I hemmed and hawed, and had many a sleepless night…but finally, I talked to my potential new boss again, and at one point he said to me “Sam. You are in the catbird seat. This is going to be a big move for you and it will also be FUN.” And that’s when he had me.
And really…the only reason I could think of NOT to do it was fear. What if I hated it? What if my kids aren’t happy? What if I miss everyone in Minneapolis so much and they move on without me? What if I get depressed? What if the schools aren’t good? Or we can’t find somewhere to live? What if I can’t find a good job when I want to move back? But you can’t make decisions based on fear. I mean- all of my greatest fears could be REALIZED, OR like Minneapolis, I could have the best experience of my life. My marriage could grow, my kids might thrive, I might make friends I never anticipated, and my career might be so fulfilling…right?
In the end, Minneapolis would be my reason to stay…but Minneapolis is also my reason to go. The Miracle of Minneapolis. Who would have guessed.
So, we haven’t really told anyone yet except our friends and family in Texas. And they were supportive and excited- because they are happy for us- and largely because it doesn’t really impact them. HA.
But I have only told one person in Minne. And I am dreading telling most everyone else. I didn’t expect to make such good friends here. We have REALLY good friends here. And to be honest…I love it here. I plan to come back. I don’t know if Bennett does- but I do. :-)
So we’re going to rent our house, move to New York, either the Upper West Side or the northwest part of Brooklyn…and we’ll give it a shot for a year or two. And who knows what will happen next? I have no idea- but I do know that God has a plan and it’s better than mine, so when I’m telling all my friends here, especially a few like Ellie, the Ohmes and Jackie, or when I’m feeling so cozy in my beautiful house next to a lovely fire, I’m going to remind myself of that.
That’s all for now.