Our new space….

Fifty days ago, we moved to New York. It felt longer; it felt shorter. Yesterday, we moved into our new space. It is tiny, I meant to say cozy, but the only thing that I’m not sure it will hold is our gratitude…because we feel a lot of that right now.

The uncles (our moving crew) said it: this place is perfect for us. It is so close to the public transportation that it practically IS a bus stop (and almost as small cozy!) We can be to the sub in 5 minutes and then bee-line it into the city on the F train. What’s even better? We found the place without an agent which saved us a bundle; we’re on the top, back (aka: away from traffic noise) corner of a small complex with two sunrise-facing windows, a massive tree right outside, and a swell little view of distant buildings. We’re close to everything, but just far enough away that peace and quiet is here when we desire. We discovered that our neighbor talks on the phone at an unusually loud volume, but it is so much quieter than I would have ever imagined a NY studio apartment.

I’m sitting here listening to the becoming-ever-so-familiar popping/hissing/pinging of the steam heat. This strange noise makes me smile; I’m still not sure why. Perhaps it is because it seems so New York-ish. Perhaps it is because it makes me aware of the fact that we are here. Literally. Last spring, our relocation ambitions seemed so huge; I would think about the distance, figuratively, from where we were to where I could see us in the future, and the gap seemed daunting. Now here we sit, in our little corner of this fascinating, magical, inspirational, captivating city.

Fifty days ago, we moved to New York.