NYC

Drew has always been a dreamer. It’s one of my favorite things about him. In high school he wanted to dream about being old. Whatever old means. He loves to ask me what ifs. Or play would you rather go on a road trip with ____ or ____? Or would you rather drive a van or a dented 1999 corolla? Neither! It’s also been a hard part of our marriage. He’s strung me along on lots of dreams. I tell him I’ll be happy doing whatever. And I mean that. I could be happy living literally anywhere with him. 

About two years ago he went to visit some of our dearest friends in New York City. We don’t have a lot of free money to spend so this was a pretty big deal. We decided he would buy literally whatever he wanted. Georgia was almost one and he was working a lot and had the new dad tireds. I loved being a new mom, but I love being a mom of two much better. My expectations are so much lower. I enjoy my baby and don’t want him to walk tomorrow. I don’t google. As much. I think I made Drew really tired when I was a mom of one. He had like the best trip of his life. New York was the perfect place for him to live out a lot of those dreams. When he got home he told me he really wanted to live there. But I didn’t really have to worry about that dream because the prices would always keep us out. 

Drew would bring up this move from time to time, but I never took it seriously. He even got my sister on board and they would chat about the possibility from time to time. Oh 2020. Covid hit the city hard and lots of people moved out. Prices dropped looooow. We went to visit and had the best week. I finally had to face the dream. 

We’re moving February 28th. My baby Clark will be five months and Georgia is two. We’re living on the same street as our friends in a two bedroom 600 sq ft apartment. We’ll be on the Upper West Side, 2/3 blocks from Central Park. My dad’s friend told me I should blog about what it’s like to move away from my family with two babies to the East Coast into a tiny apartment. So here I go.