moving is a four letter word
Ashley Healy
And that word is hell. We purged, bubbled, boxed, made trips to the new place with breakables, purged more, cleaned, cleaned again. And after numerous trips and drop-offs at goodwill, it was finally time for the movers to take over and finish the task. Or so we thought. We were still left with the stuff that doesn't neatly fit in boxes or that we weren't sure we'd have a place for. Our new place, essentially a 1-bed, 1-bath in 1000 sq feet is a big change from our 3-bed, 3-bath, and we want it to feel like a hotel, not a museum. So after some tough long nights that wore us out, and tough love sorting through belongings that had been acquired along the way and held sentimental value but didn't make sense in our life, or items that didn't get moved along quickly enough when they were unwanted, our hell came to end. After a long summer of apartment hunting, packing, lifting, and more trips up the 4 flights of stairs at Prospect Place than I can even count, we're enjoying a new beginning in a gorgeous, open loft with no nooks for hiding anything that's not important to us on a day to day basis. I may be the only girl who was ever glad to downsize in this city, but less truly is more. And from now on, I'm going to seriously reconsider each and every purchase I make. if I don't love something enough to literally carry it by hand across Brooklyn and know exactly how and where I'm going to use it, it just can't come home with me. My apologies in advance to the lovely employees at my local TJMaxx for the decreased revenue numbers. It's not you, it's me.
