I have been in this world for 8 months now. Well, 8 months and a few days. To those who are hoping to stay: look, there's hope! To those who want to leave: well, um, there's only really a few of us who are here, so there's hope for you too.
I apparently, was (and probably still am) one of those peoples who would prefer to stay. I really had nothing to keep me attached to my old world so, fresh start? Yes, please.
It was fucking tough though. Because you're in NYC, and there's not like I have a college degree or a high school diploma on hand that would get you into a good place to work. And the fact that places don't need more people slash hiring better people than you. It took me six months to finally find a place I can stay in. (Contrary to what you may think, no, not everyone is all "oh hey you look like so-and-so" or "you're that character and we'd love to have you", especially when we were just arriving and not many people knew about it.) But, in the end, hey, I got a job. It's not glamorous and the customers piss me off one too many times but I got something.
But I've grown to like this place, even with the occasional asshole here or there (because really, what place isn't like that), and the people that I hadn't expected to come here apparently are, so it's not so bad. I'm not particularly going anywhere with this but before I start sounding like a gigantic sap, I'm going to stop right here.