A Year On The Floor

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June 17, 2015. The day Jd and I officially sealed the deal and decided to move 340 miles north, up the east coast. I wouldn't have remembered the exact date if the picture above hadn't popped up on my timehop this morning as I debated whether or not I had enough time to run to the store before our Joybird Aubrey loveseat arrives. It's funny to me the day our sofa arrives just so happens to be the day we decided to move, which means I've been sitting on the floor for a year now. We sold our sofa when we decided to move and never bought one until recently. We've spent the past year eating dinner and watching TV on the floor. This post may get sappy, but I wanted to reflect on how much difference one year has made in my life.

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While this past year hasn't necessarily been hard, it hasn't been easy either. I spent my first two weeks in New York living with my best friend Emily and sleeping on her couch. I finally rented my first apartment here in Brooklyn's Park Slope neighborhood because it reminded me of home. I slept on a twin sized air mattress for a month and used an electric water kettle to make coffee in the morning with my french press because I didn't have gas and my coffee maker was still in Virginia. I had one mug and one plastic plate from Target. I spent every other weekend on the train going back and forth trying to shove as many of personal belongings as I could into a carry-on suitcase, while simultaneously making sure I could still lug it up at least 3 flights of stairs by myself when I got home.

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I quickly learned that New York was an entirely different ball game when I couldn't take the heat and had to purchase an AC Unit. Simple tasks, such as buying an AC window unit, can easily be done by one woman back in Virginia, especially when you only have to carry the heavy box to and from the car for 10 minutes. Here in New York, with no car, I thought the task would still be fairly easy since I had purchased one of those metal carts that would allow me to push a heavy box with ease - and my subway stops had elevators and escalators so I wouldn't have to worry about stairs until I got to my apartment right? Wrong. I took the 10 min train ride to Target and spent the majority of what money I had on an AC unit that was super heavy, but I managed to fit it in my metal cart (which eventually broke so I threw it away). I was headed for the train thinking about how easy this was when suddenly I got to the Barclays Center subway and realized that not only was the elevator broken, but the escalator was also broken. If you've seen those stairs then you know that there was no way I was getting this AC unit down by myself. My phone was dead and I didn't know how/fully understand the concept of hailing a cab, so I walked the 20 blocks back to my apartment pushing this heavy AC unit in flip flops, probably looking like a fool, and then somehow managed to lug it up 3 flights of stairs to my 4th floor apartment. After that I realized I could accomplish anything on my own, but that I would also be a lot smarter next time.

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I have to give a huge shout out to both our families who supported us and helped through the move. My mom and Aunt Lyn rode up on the train with me the day before I started my new job. Then a few weeks later my mom rode up on the train by herself, after Jd and I had driven a U-Haul up with all our stuff, and spent 2 days just helping me unpack boxes and clear out clutter. When Jd finally moved up to New York in August it was one of the best days of my life! His parents drove him up with our two cats and stayed the weekend to help us get settled. Finally life was getting back to normal and I didn't have to go home to this strange apartment, in this strange neighborhood by myself anymore.

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The past year hasn't been easy, but it hasn't been hard. In my first 6 months, I missed my friends and family so much that for the first time in my life I understood what it meant to be homesick. I'd never actually felt that before. I cried on New Year's Day because I didn't want to go back to New York after spending 2 weeks in Virginia for the holidays. There were so many times I wanted to throw in the towel and go home because I just couldn't get settled in this city. But this place that I have hated and loved for the past year has finally become my home. I love Brooklyn and I can't believe it's almost been one year since I moved and I can't wait to spend many more years making memories. In this year, I have met some of the most amazing people and made so many new friends. I want to thank everyone who has been part of this journey because you have made a difference in my life. The friends that I have made in New York have given me more faith in mankind and shown me the true meaning of friendship. I wouldn't be who I am or where I am without any of you. XOXO.

 

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