05/11/2026
I wasn’t even looking for a conversation. I was just waiting for viral pancakes.
About a year ago, I was seriously considering moving abroad. The desire was there, but fear kept making excuses... elderly grandparents, family close by, a city I loved. All of it was heavy on my mind when I sat down at a diner bar in Lower Manhattan.
The woman next to me was named Kat. She’d moved to NYC 10 years ago for a 2-year work gig and never left. When I told her I was weighing a move abroad-the excitement, the fears, all of it- she listened, then said: “If you want to go now, you’ll always want to go. NYC will always be there.”
Simply put. But at the time, fear was driving, and I couldn’t see what now feels obvious. My layoff in 2025 made the move possible, and the desire that was with me then, is still with me now. NYC will be there. My family will be there. I only have one life, and it’s mine to live.
I think about Kat sometimes. We never exchanged numbers. But she gave me something real. The kind of connection I used to think you had to travel across the world to find, but was actually available to me on an ordinary Saturday, in my own city, waiting on pancakes.