No Longer a New Yorker

We made it to Minnesota in one piece.

We moved out of our teeny Upper West Side apartment on Friday.

I cried.

A lot.

When I walked through our empty apartment to shut off all the lights, I completely lost it.
I walked out the front door of our building and a homeless man going through the garbage said “Don’t cry girl, the day isn’t even half over!”
I went to our favorite bar on the corner.
The bartender gave me a vodka soda and a really awesome hug.
My flight got delayed and I ended up staying another night in the city.
With 2 of our best friends.
Husband said the city wouldn’t let me go.
Then I cried some more.
Once I got to Minnesota, my sadness was gone.
I dreaded unpacking.
We still aren’t done.
So, without further ado, our new place aka my in laws basement.
Obviously, we aren’t done unpacking.
This isn’t your typical basement either.
We have a really nice bedroom with a walk in closet (our Manhattan one was bigger but whatever)
We have a kitchenette.
Private entrance
And plenty of storage.
This place is about triple the size of our place in Manhattan.
And free.
The best part of this whole week happened Sunday.
We accepted a full price offer on our Houston house.
So the plan as it stands now is to invest our $$ from the sale of the house and save up a little more.
Lake houses are expensive, yo.
As it stands now we hope to have a house (or at least an offer on one) by June.
I’ll keep you guys posted.
Thanks for listening to me ramble.
The love I’ve gotten from you guys through this whole thing has been amazing!
I promise to be back to regularly scheduled posting soon.


Rachel Golberg

About Rachel Golberg

I'm a city girl adjusting to life in a small Minnesotan town. I'm so glad you stopped by.