Get Trace Back to Tuck!

Hi! I'm Tracy. I'm a writer, podcaster, and geriatric millennial from Kentucky living in Brooklyn.

And I need some help.

When I first moved to NYC, I did not intend to stay for more than 6 months. I still kind of can’t believe I ever left home and moved up here in the first place; living in the city was never a dream of mine, and I was happy where I was at home in Louisville with my family. I was comfortable. Ultimately, that’s what the decision came down to: did I want to stay comfortable, or did I want to keep growing?

Well, I’m finally heading back after 7 years, having had one hell of a detour. It’s a decision I’ve been wrestling with since I realized that I no longer have to be in New York for work. I’ve cycled through lots of emotions over it–anger, shame, ambivalence–but the long and short of it is that there was a time when me and this magical, ridiculous ass city made the most marvelous, wonderful, chaotic sense in the world, and now we don’t. Even though my last year here has been stressful, I have gotten comfortable with my current stagnation. I’m again asking myself the question that drew me out of my comfy Kentucky home in the first place: do I want to be comfortable, or do I want to continue to grow?

I have decided to continue growing, and that means moving my butt and my stuff out of Brooklyn. It’s a worthwhile but costly decision–there’s movers, storage, transportation, back rent and utilities, remaining rent and utilities, and don’t get me started on how much food is these days! Asking for help is not easy to do, but I’m practicing moving through the world like someone worthy of the love and support that the universe has set aside for her (which is much harder than it sounds). If I've ever made you laugh, smile, think, or feel less alone, I hope you'll put a little something in the tip jar. It’s a rough time out there for many of us so any little bit helps. Even sharing this with others will go a long way. I love you for considering!

I have had a whirlwind of a time here in New York and I can't wait to see what's next. Maybe I'll finally write my book. Maybe I'll quit media and sell hand-crocheted blankets. Maybe I'll become a survivalist and await the impending extra-terrestrial event that is most assuredly coming any day now. Who knows! If you'd like to join me on my journey, I'll be chronicling it in my newsletter, some things.

Thank you, friends!