I am a firm believer in shaking snow globes whenever you feel stuck.
So I’m shake shake shaking!
I am moving!
To a house in Brooklyn!
(The one I looked at on Sunday and immediately liked.)
It wouldn’t feel official until I sent them a check, and notified my building. (Lucky for me, they have a sweet 30-day policy. I just had to give 30-days notice. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to move til my lease expired.)
So, over the past 48 hours, the housemates called and invited me to live with them, I freaked out and then called and calmly said yes, then I freaked out again and called and said wait—I’m not ready for this, then spoke to a few friends and my mother and with resounding “GO FOR IT”s on every end, my senses came back, and I called and said wait—I’m ready!
Ha!
I gave them a little preview of my crazy mental state.
This was hilarious to me because just on Monday I was feeling ever so confident about my decision-making ability. I had connected with my essential self. I knew what I wanted.
But then, thinking about turning in my keys and saying goodbye to my bathroom and my own space got me really scared.
What am I even doing? I haven’t even explored Brooklyn! Maybe I want to live in Greenpoint! Or Ft. Greene! Or Boerum Hill! Or or orororororoororororr
Hush it!
There’s simply no way to know how this will feel until I experience it. I’ve been reminded by friends that there’s no right or wrong thing to do. Jen was just writing about this on her blog! There really is no right or wrong answer to moving now or moving later. But I have been itching for a change, and a wonderful opportunity has come my way.
So I may as well just give it a go!
So, I’m psyched. Psyched to read books on the commute, to have more than one room to hang out in, to be close to Prospect Park, to try out new routes and restaurants, and to have a room without a kitchen in it, and to live in a home with 4 people, rather than a building in midtown Manhattan with 900 very, very interesting folks.
