I might or might not be back after the holidays. I will always remember 2007 as the year I shook up my life completely–the floor will be sanded Thursday which means I will be out of my apartment for a week. I don’t do well in situations like this. Can’t find my phone charger, they’re not universal and don’t seem to be made for my phone anymore.
After the sanding, the regrouting of the small bathroom, the new cabinet under the kitchen sink, the buffing of the floors and a myriad of other little things, I actually have to go through my things. Decide what I can leave out, what might be stolen during open houses, decide what I’m going to take and what I’m going to leave behind
It’s harder to give up books I grew up with than new ones, I am discovering. I have a huge CD collection and have to make that big decision: Ipods with docking stations or in the wall stereo system.
This is all assuming Manhattan still has a housing market I take nothing for granted. I have friends who had apartments that were smaller than mine and weren’t in as good condition before my renovation. They made absurdly large sums of money. I don’t expect to, though it’s relative of course.
I want to get into the spirit of the season and do at times. Other times I feel like the homeless woman with great teeth. I shouldn’t joke about that, but I’m going through a renovation so that what was done to me when I bought won’t happen to other people. It won’t look beautiful on the outside and warp inside…It won’t 🙂
I know we’re not supposed to sweat the small stuff but this is my life…..
Fortunately I have the world’s best friend, Lucia, who loves having company over. Little Luce and I are going to Ellis Island next week and pretend that we’re tourists from a country with money by making up our own language. I can always outlast her at stuff like that but she’s a high school senior now so….
I love having company but need at least two bedrooms for over night company
I don’t know if I’m making the biggest mistake of my life or am doing something great. I’m not the 22 year old who could go to Cambridge for the weekend, meet the people who lived next door to my sister, and come back to New York two years later
I can’t even get any work done. Tomorrow I’m going to the Museum of Natural History, a movie and a party. I really just want to stay in bed with the covers over my head but….
To think that I could go to Cambridge for a couple of days and not return until two years later is not an idea which had ever occurred to me until now.
Thanks for that, and for everything else.
You enjoy your tourist trip to Ellis Island. Pretending is half the fun.
Nothing’s small when you sleep near it.
Oh, and happy etc!
Have a bombastic Holiday. I’m just catching up on my reading here.
I hope you have a great holiday week–your last in NYC–in some ways I’ve always enjoyed moving (I’ve lived in 11 different places in my life–and that’s not counting a half dozen places I’ve spent just a month or so). Enjoy the journey Pia. And heck, when I’m back where my roots are at–just north of the border from where you’ll be–I may even humble myself enough to go into SC to say hi!