A while back I decided to make a big change, a big move. Come next spring, I will relocate to Minnesota. It's exciting, but, having lived in New York for 15 years, also nerve wracking. Big changes are sometimes easier to handle when undertaken in steps. My apartment lease ended this fall and I had no desire to renew, but neither was I quite ready to say goodbye to my life in New York and head west, so Step One for me was moving out of my apartment and in with a friend whom I've known since our first day of college.
For the past several weeks I've been preparing for the move: shredding old papers, wheeling donations to the Goodwill in my grannycart, reserving a storage space, packing, blah blah blah. Rhinebeck, a wedding and a trip to Oregon all happened while I was trying to TC all of this B, but it worked out. It's been all-consuming, and I've done very little socializing (or knitting) these last 10 days, but It's done. Step One was completed and I've moved (4 blocks away, but still).
Oh, old apartment. We've had some good times, you and I: the barbecues, the Marathon parties, the birthdays, the dinners, the cocktails.