it's not everyday that people actually FEEL their life changing. unless you're me. then you get used to it. a thousand stories for another time, but most recently: in 10 months, i've held positions at 3 different, awesome, innovative and respected companies, which in NYC, means changing your commute, your routine, your pharmacy, and *gasp* your usual lunch spot! and just yesterday, dan and i were over the moon to start our transition to our new apartment (the 4th in 6 years), which truly feels like a fresh start, and the first day of the rest of our lives - but more specifically, the lives we want to be living.

our apartment in prospect heights is gorgeous. i mean, stunning to the tune of $1.6MM if one was to buy: top floor of a 4 story brownstone, duplex, skylights, vaulted ceilings, a condo that has been very well taken care of by our wonderful landlords. but we never really felt at home in the 3 bedroom, 3 bathroom, 1400 square foot "house" we lived in for 2 years. maybe it was the just-too-long walk to the subway. or the fact that our street had drug addicts, shootings and some wildly obnoxious, rude teenagers. it wasn't all bad, though: i'll miss our favorite restaurants and bars (still over a 10 min walk away from our front door), our jogging route to Prospect Park, our walks through Park Slope to the shops and puppy park. but stepping into Vinegar Hill yesterday, a cobble-stoned nook of the Brooklyn Navy Yard much closer to our daily lives, the water, parks and restaurants, we felt as if we crossed some imaginary, welcomed line into grown-up-ville. and that felt really good, and as if we've just been counting down (okay, we have) to get to this new apartment, this new life. as we spent the day unpacking, the wise words of Taylor Swift kept popping into my head: "welcome to New York, it's been waiting for you."

Prospect Heights: