I did my last walk-around the neighb today. This week has been consumed with getting my life together, so I wanted to experience, for the last time as a resident, some of the things that made me love calling the UES home. Close access to the park, a killer bagelry right around the corner and inexpensive matinees at the local movie theatre all all things I’ll miss. Not pictured favorites: the 92nd St. Y, Museum Mile, The Astor House, and weirdly and boringly enough, the corner Duane Reade.
Hi hi hi! Happy Monday from an insane person. Why insane, you ask? Well, some part of my brain thought it was an excellent idea to schedule my first improv performance, my first Winter Ball, my second move to the Heights all within three days of each other. Also in the mix: working my regular (crazy) work hours, wrapping up all the loose ends that I don’t want to take with me to my new (old) apartment and attempting to maintain some sort of overarching normalcy. In other words, it’s going to be quite the week.
In a ways, I’m sad to leave my current apartment. It was my baby…my baby that got way out of hand and unmanageable and unnecessarily inconvenient and at times infested with bugs…but my baby, nonetheless. Moving in to a situation that may fit my lifestyle better is a change I’m welcoming, but I’d be lying if I said there weren’t going to be aspects I’m going to miss about my Upper East Side abode. It boasted the largest bedroom I’ll likely ever have (complete with chandelier and fireplace), built-in storage, a dishwasher, and we had the world’s sweetest landlord. These are all things I’ll look back on with fond memories. The cockroaches from the 2nd Ave. construction and stress-inducing commute to my job on the West side, good riddance.