It’s official — this afternoon, I signed a lease for an apartment in the Astoria neighborhood of Queens. After years and years of failed schemes and unrealized dreams, I’m finally going to be a New Yorker.
I’m not half as terrified as I thought I would be.
Don’t get me wrong, I am ACUTELY aware of how risky this decision was. There are several great big unknowns that have to be resolved as soon as possible, not the least of which are who will be renting my condo in Charlotte and what Sal’s job situation will be. But we’ve taken the plunge and signed on the dotted line, and that means I get to fling myself into problem-solving mode.
Now I get to focus on finding a tenant in Charlotte, conforming what furniture and personal belongings will go to NYC, renting a U-Haul, turning on utilities, and dealing with all of the other 101 logistical issues that go into moving your life 500 miles away. I can keep busy with taking ACTION and distract myself from freaking out about uncertainties.
In the end, we were both so enraptured by the brand new apartment, which has never been occupied before, that we separately started picturing our things (and ultimately our lives) in the home. And to be blunt, there will ALWAYS be reasons why it makes more sense to NOT move to New York City. It will ALWAYS be smarter and safer to stay in Charlotte. But I have wanted to live in NYC for years, and as they say, there’s no time like the present. There won’t be a better time, so I’m going for it.
October 1st is our move-in date, and it’s going to be here before we know it. There’s so much to do — and frankly, there are so many people in Charlotte to try to see before we leave. I imagine every free moment not getting ready to leave will be spent clinging to the last bit of time with dear friends in Charlotte.
It’s going to be a busy, stressful, exciting, and rewarding six weeks.