I'm Moving...Soon!

I have great news. I finally have decided to search for a living space in New York City. I’m so excited! A relative sent me an email she received from a neighbor saying her cousin’s daughter (does that make sense?) is looking for a roommate. I jumped at the offer, and I’m viewing the place on Saturday. I’m thrilled, ecstatic, jumping for joy, over the moon, dancing in the street. This woman did say she has others viewing the place so I’m trying not to get too excited about possibility living on the Upper West Side (eek!). I’m keeping my fingers crossed and sending up a silent prayer to God that this will all work out. If not, on to the next available place. Ps, this also means I’m officially going to become a New York City blogger – how cliché is that?

I had a small panic attack on the Path ride home yesterday as I started thinking about the possibility of moving out of my childhood home in less than a month. Will I be able to afford it? Will I be happy living with someone I don’t really know? Will I be able to afford it? That question popped up a few times. The one thing I will try my hardest not to do is move back home, so for me, this will be goodbye to my house and Pt. Pleasant unless some unforeseeable event occurs where I have no other option. I’ve been ready to leave the nest for months but now that it’s a reality, I’m a tad scared. My parents completely changed their tune on the whole situation practically overnight – they are all for this move. My thought is that the fight we had this past weekend pushed them over the edge and they are silently kicking me out, but this theory has not been proven. They told me in the car yesterday that people are capable of doing anything they set their minds to (cute, right?), and if I choose to move to NYC, I’ll make it work. I don’t care if I have to work at Macy’s, be a weekend nanny or waitress at nights, I’ll figure out a way to make sure I stay put. I went to sleep last night with all of these thoughts racing around in my head and when I woke up this morning, I felt ready. (It really is true what they say. You should take a night’s sleep before making any major decision in your life. The right answer will be there when you wake up.)

So anyway, there it is. I’m moving to New York in the next couple of months. Depending on how I like this apartment and how the girl living there likes me, it could be January 1st, or I may have to look around a bit more and it could be March 1st, but my apartment search has officially begun and I couldn’t be happier.

To any relatives reading this post who plan to send me a Christmas present: Lots of cash, please. I’ll need it ☺