Hi, Tuesday. It's a new day and one day closer to our return to New York City. We're both freaking a bit, a mix of giddy anticipation and jangly nerves about where we are going to put all of our crap. Downsizing seems to be the word of the day...and not a word I am big on. That and moist. Yuck.
And as my very inaugural efforts at apartment searches have begun, I've noticed an intriguing little thing- Manhattan is cheaper than Brooklyn, or so it seems. It's very hard to believe, but seems true. I am flirting with the idea of the Upper East Side, admittedly not very flirtworthy (possibly the most unsexy piece of real estate in all of Manhattan, barring the Upper WEST Side. Yea, I said it).
But I toy with the idea of being a freelancer, working from home and hopefully writing loads of content, and the Upper East Side feels ok for such pursuits. And it indulges my wasp envy, which you all know I have in spades. True, I would be happiest downtown, but let's see where life lands us.
It's hard to believe we're even looking into this, and when I look around my enormous digs in Miami, with water views and gapingly large closets, I do shudder a bit. But I'll get over it to live in a city that brings me more joy than any water view ever could. It's time. Get ready, people. Mama's coming home. Soon.
Cause that's what's up this seeking a 2/2 or maybe a 1/1 in the NYC but still in the MIA kind of Tuesday. All the love, mes amies. All the love. If you find me an apartment to our liking, I will surely love you even more. Regardless of where we hang our heads, I can't wait to wake up in New York. After all, home has nothing to do with an apartment. Home is where New York is. And that's that. XO
PS here is a pic of Carrie Bradshaw's closet. I could easily live in there. Couldn't you really?
