farewell new york city

(one of my favorite photos I took in NYC at 230 Fifth)

 

As of the beginning of September, Steve and I are no longer New Yorkers… we packed up our tiny apartment in about 2 hours (after waiting 4 hours for the parking spot) and drove the 8 hours back to Cleveland. It was a very bittersweet drive home.

 

We had only lived there a year, and with my job having me travel half of the year, it feels like just a dream. I actually do miss the crazy cabs to the airport and lugging my suitcases up the stairs and having my suitcase take up basically the whole kitchen.

 

Growing up if you would have told me that one day I was going to be living in New York City, I would have laughed and not believed it in a million years. I was the girl that watched The O.C. religiously and pictured myself living on a beach.. selling sea shells if I had to.

 

When I moved in to the city, Steve had already been there for a couple weeks. I flew in, in a terrible storm, where in the cab to our Upper East Side apartment is was so bad outside that I couldn’t see the skyline or any lights. (It was also my first time ever visiting New York City). It also took me a couple days to get the confidence to go outside and walk further and further to explore.

 

Just before leaving, we tried to take advantage of all the things we could. Picnics in Central Park, visiting our favorite bars and restaurants with friends and stopping at all the amazing shopping that we won’t get to pass in Cleveland everyday (Zara, anyone?)

 

I would not have traded that experience for anything. I feel so lucky to have been able to live in the most amazing city. I am also very excited to be back with family and all of our friends. But who knows, maybe one day we will end up back in the city….

 

 I’ll miss our little stoop..



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