Here's a little peek at our new apartment in Brooklyn.
We've been here almost three months already and everyone is settled in quite nicely.
Henry has adjusted to apartment life. The doting doormen and free hot chocolate in the lobby have helped with that process. Not to mention the amazing view he wakes up to every morning.
He's made friends at school and loves riding his scooter to and from instead of the dumb school bus. He is now a born and raised New Yorker.
And I'm thrilled to be back in an apartment. I very much liked my house in Minneapolis, but being back in a cozy apartment feels really comforting and safe. Really, I never even used half of the rooms in our big house. I just hunkered down in my bedroom or the kitchen most days. We did have to get rid of half of our things though in order to fit. A major down-sizing. At first, this was a sad and daunting task, but it's really nice to live with your bare essentials and surrounded by only things that you absolutely love.
It's kind of like living in a really great hotel room.
Inspired by the older Asian woman who did my nails last weekend in polka dots and stripes, I put these two prints together that probably only work in my mind. I did get one compliment when I went out to get coffee though, so that was enough for me to roll with it.
Henry is not going to dig it.
Shirt: Old Navy Pants: Piamita Shoes: Swedish Hasbeens
Someone asked me if I thought it was a big waste to leave NYC and move to Minnesota just to turn around and go back...
And although I do imagine the apartment I'd be living in now had I stayed in New York, I wouldn't give up the friends I've made and the experiences I've had over the past six years. Not a waste at all.
Seriously. I'm a crumbly pile of tears when I think about leaving.
Still, Minnesota, see ya; hate to be ya!
I have 2.5 weeks to finish my MN bucket list, which sadly is just a bunch of restaurants I want to visit before we leave. The relocation company is packing our stuff, so I just sort of sit around waiting to leave with nothing productive to do. At least I have time to be super focused on my anxiety, so that's nice. Henry begged me to tell his teacher that his last day of class is a day later than it actually is. He can't bear the thought of having to say goodbye and would rather just be gone.
I'm at the point in my vacation where I'm shopping for any and everything that will help me recreate my holiday experience back at home. Suddenly, I have a new wardrobe of Balinese mumus and sarongs, incense, tea, spices and recipes. It's beyond ridiculous. I had to check myself when I started pricing mosquito nets for my bed.
Nick asked if I was going to burn garbage in the yard and drive a moped around while ignoring basic western traffic rules, but I think I'll leave those things behind.
All this just to say that I have fallen in love with Bali. I can't believe I dragged my feet for so long planning this trip, wondering if it really mattered whether or not you traveled to exotic places when I was perfectly comfortable on my couch in Minnesota. Now, as I prepare to leave I'm already planning my return visit.