Happy 2015! I know that it’s been a while since I last posted, but I was out buying more paint for my canvas, metaphorically speaking of course. As some of you may recall, when I last posted, six months ago, I was having a chat with my inner voice that turned into a deep discussion, followed by a life-altering move to New York City.
Although the decision seemed somewhat erratic, those who know me well know that, I’ve always had a hard time making simple, insignificant decisions; I am much more decisive when the impacts are sweeping and life-changing. Ask me what I want for dinner and I will belabor the choices, but should I divorce my husband? BAM, YES! Sorry Andrew.
So, holding true to my own fashion, once the idea came to my head, I acted on it, almost immediately. That was mid-July and by August 1st, my house was on the market. I had an offer on my house by the end of August, which ended up falling though through in September. In early October another offer came in and contracts were signed. I moved to New York on November 15th and by late November, I closed on the sale of my home. Phew! That was a lot of paint on the canvas.
The move to Manhattan has been exciting and a little frightening, to be perfectly honest. Because I had never actually lived in New York before, I wasn’t sure how I would adapt to city living. After all, I am very much a Jersey Girl, so this was going to be quite a lifestyle change for me.
For starters, I loved my house in New Jersey and designed it’s every detail with deliberate thought and care. So, when searching for an apartment, I wanted something unique and interesting – oh, and of course spacious enough so that I wouldn’t feel like an animal trapped in a cage. I also wanted to love my neighborhood; to walk outside to a tree-line street that isn’t mired with “heroine kids.” I wanted convenience and beauty. And for all that, I found an apartment in SoHo. Ka-ching, Ka-ching.
Which brings me to the most frightening aspect of my move. Living in Manhattan is quite expensive. My cost of living is substantially greater and I find that I have far less expendable cash, than I had in New Jersey. Let me define far less – I mean none. At times, I am short and have to tap into savings, which seems to be dwindling quickly.
And although I am uneasy about this, I keep reminding myself, that this was never meant to be an exercise in saving money. The purpose of this move was to dramatically change my life. And to be perfectly frank, I felt that I had outgrown my life in New Jersey and I wanted more. So in essence, I came to the Big Apple for the same reason that anyone else comes here – I came to New York to become a star.