It's officially, I am not going to be homeless.
But I will be moving to Brooklyn, living in a room 3 times the size for hundreds less, and adding the Brooklyn Bridge to part of my daily commute to work. And Pumpkin will have a 5 minute walk to Prospect Park (approximately the size of Central Park and awesome).
I'm starting teacher training in three weeks and I'm timidly greeting this transitionary period of my life.
Nate has been gone for a week working for a less than desirable shipping company. He doesn't like it and neither do I. The last week has literally felt like a month.
I can't help but long for the idea of Home. Home stopped being the little house in Coto de Caza about two years ago. I think that at some point it was my current apartment, but never fully. I'm now realizing that I'm probably not going to find Home for a while. I'll let you know once I've found it.
I'm also planning a trip. Somewhere, anywhere! I don't know if it's the stress of real-estate in this city, or the constant 100+ degrees days but this city has become stifling. I now understand why everyone and their dog has a home in the Hamptons.
I'm looking at everything from Newport to Block Island to the Jersey Shore to the Hamptons. Basically everything is out of our price range. If anything we'll go to Virginia to meet Nate's cute little grandma. Anything to get out of the city for a weekend!
