
I'm having a hard time focusing lately.
Maybe it's because this is what my apartment is starting to look like: just
boxes upon boxes and piles upon piles. I really hate limbo. I'm itching to get
settled into a new place already! And I can't wait to get to Philly. But at the
same time I know I am going to miss the hell out of New York. It would be a lie
to say I won't miss this place, where I have spent most of my adult life.
The funny thing is that I have spent quite
a few years of that adult life talking about moving. Mr. Loveforever and I have
practically perfected the art of pretending to move: falling in love with a
place, researching, looking for apartments on Craigslist, telling all our
friends that we are moving and then...staying put. There's never been a good
enough reason to go, I guess.
But now I have this great new job that I
am starting in a few weeks and Mr. Loveforever is able to work from home and
everything is perfectly in place for us to try out something new.
So here we go! I know it's going to be hard and lonely and at
times, I'm going to wish I was here in NY, my city, but it's
also going to be an adventure. And when I get homesick, NY is just a train ride
away!