I’m moving! Out of state!
I really can’t believe this is happening. It was my dream since I was a little kid to move to New York, so leaving is really strange and I can’t quite wrap my mind around it. My dreams of where to live never extended beyond that. I just thought I was going to live in New York and then never thought further. Also, I never really had a dream career or dream family or dream whatever else when I was younger, so this was kind of it. Anyway, nine years is a long time, but now that I’m leaving it feels like I came and now am suddenly going. Obviously, that’s not true.
Anyway, this isn’t a long essay about me leaving New York. It’s about my excitement about HAVING MORE ROOM. We are moving to Richmond where we’re both from. For me, that means born and raised and attending college there, aside from one semester in Philly. Basically, the decision to leave had to do with the hope that one day we will be able to buy a home. That might be a possibility there. It will never be a possibility here. We don’t have that kind of money and barring a miracle we won’t. But, hey, if a miracle happens that makes us rich enough to be able to buy something in New York, we could move back up and not have to worry about how much moving costs like we do now.
Right now, we live in a small one-bedroom apartment with zero counter space, no windows in the living room, and a variety of issues the biggest of which is our recently reignited “Is our kitchen water safe?” scenario. But, overall, I like this apartment a lot compared to the other ones we lived in. That’s the thing. It’s all relative.
We are moving into a townhouse that has two floors, two bedrooms, a yard (well, really a fenced in patio-type thing, but A YARD to me), a ton of kitchen cabinets (still not much counter space), and closets. MULTIPLE CLOSETS. I grew up in a very old rundown house that also lacked closets, counter space, and had a variety of issues, and then lived in a long, long line of apartments with various problems. This will be the nicest place I’ve ever lived. Well, I haven’t seen it in person yet, so let me rephrase: This will by everything I can tell so far be the nicest place I have ever lived.
Covid-19 is a part of this story, of course. But we aren’t “fleeing New York for the suburbs”, which is apparently a thing, both because we aren’t fleeing and aren’t moving to a suburb. I would love to stay here, pandemic or not, but it stopped feeling like it made sense money-wise. (I fully know that I could regret this.) We had been talking about moving seriously for probably the past year, year-and-a-half, and knew we were to think about it more seriously as our lease deadline of October approached. The way the pandemic fits in is just that we’re moving without having viewed the place we are moving to. It also means that we are even more excited about having an outdoor area than we were before, cause now we’ve been feeling stuck inside for so long. Plus, we have a dog and the idea of just letting him out to go to the bathroom without having to get dressed, put on his harness, and walk down three flights of stairs is unbelievable.
I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again: I want to start blogging again. (Actually, it’d be cool if I didn’t say it again and just actually kept blogging.) This time, because I’ll have this moving/house stuff to talk about. I have many ideas of what I want to do now with the extra space, and it goes further than actually being able to put things in closets.