In exactly 11 days, something very exciting is happening in my life and relationship: My husband and I are finally moving out of his bachelor pad and right into a new apartment. After i moved in nearly three years ago, I never expected to stay here this long. In fact, when I initially gone to live in Ny from Chicago, I only designed to stay in Drew's apartment of sufficient length to locate a job and a place of my very own.
Things changed, though, and Drew and I quickly realized we really enjoyed living together. And so i stayed. Even after I finally found work and could manage to get my own place, it seemed dumb for all of us to live apart when what we should wanted ended up being to be together. As well as for awhile it made sense in which to stay Drew's bachelor pad here in Manhattan. Even though he'd lived for 13 years already – since he was 24 – the apartment was a great space inside a location (specifically for someone brand-new towards the city), with one of those controlled rents you normally only learn about in urban legends. However it's time to go.
Aside from simply out-growing the area, it's been a challenge (for me, a minimum of) to think of this apartment as \”our home\” when Drew had this type of long history here before I arrived. For several years, the apartment had two bedrooms (he took a wall down literally at the time we first spoke, finally making it a 1-bedroom), and throughout the time he's lived here, he's shared the apartment having a host of friends and roommates. Almost everyone they know has crashed at some time or another – sometimes just for a few weeks, other times for several years.
There have been wild parties here; it's been the set for at least a few independent movies (Drew includes a few filmmaker friends); and i am sure Drew had his fair share of lady friends over when he was still single. \”If these walls could talk,\” as they say, I'm not sure I'd want to hear their stories. This area, as much as it's been the scene for some of my happiest moments, really belongs to Drew's past, and now that we're planning a future together, I'm beyond excited to move to a home that reflects that.
Our new apartment is about as far from our current reality while you could get but still remain in exactly the same city. It's in Brooklyn, to begin with – on a serene, tree-lined street just a few doors down from the handful of our good friends. We'll no more have to dodge tourists on our method to the local cafe or hear delivery trucks and sirens all day long like we all do here. We'll possess a storage room for our bikes and so i won't have to carry mine down and up two flights of stairs each time I wish to choose a ride. The people walking around the neighborhood is going to be locals, not 9-5'ers on their way to work or tourists requesting directions to Central Park.
And the apartment itself, while more costly than we've gotten away with spending at our current place, has many of the amenities we're fed up with living without: central air (!), a dishwasher, and laundry right in the unit. Forget about dragging dirty clothes towards the laundromat down the street once per week and praying there is a machine available that will not break on us mid-cycle. So that as our friends – and fogeys – keep pointing out, there's even another bedroom that may be turned into a nursery if that need arises (and that we hope it does one day).
More than all that, though, I'm super excited about creating a new home with Drew – a location owed to all of us equally – a place that belongs to the future. And when that weren't sweet enough, the brand new place includes a walk-in closet, everyone. I believe I'm falling in love.