O.M.G. We did it. We packed up all of our stuff (over 50 boxes!) and moved our jaded-New York-selves out to the suburbs. There were tears shed (a lot of them), muscles pulled (a few of them), and magically only one thing broken. I have to say, it was all worth it- Sitting here writing this post from my spacious office (slash guest room) feels pretty darn great.
There are no sirens outside of the window (my ears are ringing it’s so quiet), the air smells clean, and I just washed my dishes in the dishwasher and used my very own washing machine. Mind. Blown. Despite all of that, I feel a small pang in my chest for Manhattan.
The gritty streets and busy people have kept me going for 7 years and the change is already a shock to my system. The weirdest part of living in Connecticut so far is that you have to drive to the store instead of walking there. It made for much easier grocery shopping and I definitely went to Target 3 times this weekend.
I took these photos right before I left in the East Village, one of my favorite neighborhoods in the city. Sorry that I don’t have more to say but I’m completely fried physically and emotionally. Stay tuned for photos and updates from the new place!
Photos by Bekka Palmer.