I have just moved to New York City and have experienced a perplexing range of emotion since arriving here. We just moved from Oregon to New York for my husband to start an "exciting" residency in Prosthedontics (dental implants) at Columbia University. We've been married six years and have a three year old daughter and are anxious to add another child to our family. I'm not going to share much of our backstory because I want this blog to focus on our life and experiences in New York and the crazy things we encounter each day. The journey here was difficult to say the least.
After 3 months separated (not by choice) from my husband and after a miserable 12 hours on a plane, little miss and I finally arrived to the arms of our husband and daddy! If you think that was the end to the problems, ha! Wrong! They lost one of my bags, so I had to stand in a SUPER long line at the Baggage services counter and file a claim. Now, you can imagine that those who work in baggage services are not the most friendly people and not super excited to help you. They are basically expecting to get chewed up and spit out by every single person in that very long line, well multiply that by a New York personality and you have an interesting species of people. I waited another hour in the line from hell and finally gave all my information to the lady at the desk and she said they would find it and send it to my house. Off we go to home at 3am.
I remembered, from coming out to look for an apartment with my husband, the building that my Washington Heights apartment was in. It was a typical New York apartment building, no exciting architectural design. There is scaffolding all around the buildings on my block, a chinese restaurant, hardware store, beauty salon, and a dominican restaurant downstairs. While I remembered the building I really couldn't remember what our apartment looked like, we looked at 2 in the building. We're on the 4th floor at the end of the hall, the apartment is huge! 1100 square feet in New York is practically unheard of, we certainly weren't counting on such a big apartment. Its only 400 square feet less than our house in Oregon. The kitchen is immediately to my right (this would later become my place of solace where I hide out most often), closets to my left. The dining room ahead of the kitchen on the right and the living room at the end. Hubby has painted the living room a warm shade of cherry red. My brownish couches are just as comforting as they were when I last snuggled on them 3 months ago. The deep red walls, the comfy couches and the ivory shag rug make the room inviting and snuggly. Off the living room to the left is the bathroom, the usual black and white tile you find in most NYC apartments and buildings. Down the hall to the right is our room, it's set up the same as in Oregon just opposite side of the room. Little miss's room is across from ours and I have to say, Daddy did an incredible job decorating her room. She has the biggest room in the apartment, it's all hardwood with a pink "counting" area rug in the center. The whole room is flanked with toys, a rocker, a kitchen set, and bookshelves. He put up a flower boarder around the center of the wall and put up the pinkest, fairy-ish, sparkly drapes I have every seen. They look like pink sheets of sugar covering the window, I loved them, little miss loves them. He did an amazing job and I so appreciate him setting up the house before I got there, it was so nice to come home to a home, and not a ton of boxes to be unpacked.
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