I am moving! One week from tomorrow, to be specific. As I’m starting to share outfits from Charleston, I realize that this is a bit misleading. I AM NOT moving to Charleston (maybe someday, I hope!) I’m moving to Brooklyn!!!
I really had not planned on moving so soon. I knew that when my lease was up I would want to leave, but I wasn’t sure where I would go. I thought about the West Village but it’s so expensive and I really want more space. I thought about Gowanus or Park Slope to be near my sister (but far from everyone else). And then there was Williamsburg which is where probably half of my friends live right now. It all just sort of came together… there is this amazing old factory building there that has a bit of history amongst my circle of friends. It’s more or less becoming a sorority house of sorts. There are four units in the building and they are all equally amazing and interesting. Beautiful and spacious, but with loads of character. My best friend lives upstairs from where I will be moving, and our other good friend lives two floors up from her. My unit is on the ground floor with it’s own separate entrance (and patio!) and it’s literally four times the size of my current space. It’s really beautiful and I can’t believe it’s really real, especially after living in such a tiny space for so long.
I can’t decide what I’m more excited about: decorating or entertaining. Both are amongst my most favorite things… and both are things I have not done in so very long!
I’m a little panicked over all of the logistics (this happened SO quickly – I just signed the lease on Monday and figured things out with my current landlord earlier this week). But I know that when it all is said and done it’s going to be amazing and 1,000% for the best. I think it will be fun for the blog too… I’ll have more space to be creative – to shoot cocktails, recipes, and DIYs… to do some home decor and design content… and really build a home!
Another big thing that has caused some stress (time for the real talk), is that I think I stayed here as long as I did because I’d been waiting to move until I met someone. Moving is so expensive (and exhausting)! I figured I’d just stay put until I met a guy. We’d fall in love and abandon our little places and find something nicer together! Alas, life does not always go as planned. As a woman who works hard and generally gets what she wants, this is a hard thing to swallow… but also an important lesson. I have learned over the years that you can’t wait around for anyone. You must live your life on your own terms and when something is good, just go for it and don’t look back. I am more happy and excited about this apartment than I’ve been about any guy in ages, and that is pretty cool. Rather than dwelling on the fact that I am doing it alone, I am focusing on the fact that I am lucky enough to have the means to move to a nicer space on my own (and that I am going to get to decorate it exactly how I want, ha ha.) I was waffling and being indecisive and my best friend basically shook me. “Grace,” she said. “You’re 35. You can not live in a lofted bed studio in Murray Hill anymore!” And when she put it that way, I laughed so hard. It’s true. It’s time. I was freaking out to my mom on the phone yesterday morning. “Mom! I can get a real TV! And night stands! And I can even put a glass of water next to my bed when I fall asleep at night!” We laughed and laughed and laughed.
Laughing helps. That same friend said it best. So many of our friends are getting married and having kids and we’re more or less building a sorority house. It’s kind of the best. Of course I want to settle down at some point but for now, I’m pretty excited to live somewhere wonderful with my friends upstairs.
So there you have it. Onwards, upwards, and onto a fun new adventure. I am visiting the space this weekend to take measurements, etc. and will be sure to post some photos to my instagram story!
photography by Melissa Toms.