Today is the day I say goodbye to my home in Manhattan.
It doesn’t feel that dramatic (or traumatic) yet. I’m sure it’ll sink in eventually, but it’s not like we’re fleeing the area completely. We’re actually going to be closer to midtown and downtown than we are now. My theory when it comes to moving is, “It’s just an apartment.” And if we hate living across the river, we can always come back.
But New York. I never thought I’d leave you…
I moved to Manhattan in 2007. The eight years I’ve spent on this tiny island have been the best of my life. I’ve lived my entire adult life navigating the bustling city streets, eating and running my way around the grid. I moved here with a non-GPS cell phone, so I learned the streets and subway systems by letting myself get lost and explore.
I became a writer and editor in Manhattan, and spent many nights at the ballet and on Broadway, twirling around Lincoln Center plaza and karaoke-ing my way home from Times Square. I came into my own as a professional here, and learned to take control of my career and where I wanted it to go. I seized huge opportunities and took big chances.
I also became a runner in Manhattan. My first runs were along the East River Promenade on the Upper East Side. My roommate and I would push ourselves to jog the mile from our Spanish Harlem apartment to the Carl Schurz Dog Park — the park where Ellie plays, and where November Project meets every Wednesday.
I ran my first race in Central Park, followed by dozens more, and ran the loops in Central Park so many times I’m convinced I could run them blindfolded.
I’ve run the perimeter of the island, and every possible route within it. I’ve run to the George Washington Bridge, and over the Queensborough, Brooklyn, Williamsburg, and Manhattan Bridges. I’ve run the New York City Marathon twice, and will tackle it a third time this year.
I met Brian in Manhattan, and we moved in together on the Upper East Side, which has been our home for four years. We’ve been on hundreds of dates here, and have ordered a lot of Seamless delivery here.
…and spent our wedding reception cruising around Manhattan.
This is the home we came back to after we got engaged and then after we got married, and it’s where we adopted and brought home our puppy, Ellie.
Manhattan has taken all my money and a lot of my patience. It’s made me a little harder, and somehow a little softer.
I’ve felt like a New Yorker since I arrived here on December 6, 2007. Living in New York has defined who I am today, and I’m so grateful to have lived here for eight wonderful, crazy years.
Today, we get to move into a new home, ready for new wonderful, crazy memories.
Come visit, OK? We can go to Target.