Ok. Ok. I think I've gotten a grip. It's been a long week and oddly, have taken comfort in two separate client dinners. Both said to me "Why did you work last week? A relocation across the country is really intense." I had gone to both dinners thinking I was so tired, I wished they were coming another week, and ended up leaving thinking how grateful I am to work with people like this.
It's been one of those over-tired, over-stimulated, living-out-of-suitcases, action-packed weeks; not much downtime, a little homesick, out of touch with family and friends, and still sleeping on Carly's trundle bed. My eyes haven't adjusted to the new environment so it feels still like extended business trip, not my my new home.
I had the co-op board meeting tonight, it seemed to go very well, and I felt excited (for the first time) when I left. They are supposed to talk to the management company in the morning who then talks to the broker who then, I assume, talks to the owner, then me. Ah, New York. Anyway, feels in motion, and all signs seem to indicate that Move Part 2 can happen next week.
I walked to the end of the cul-de-sac and looked out over the Harbor and then walked over to Stacy and Jason's house on the lovely tree-lined streets of Brooklyn Heights.
The picture above is of my friends Jen, Antony and I in August when I first saw the apartment and we were celebrating at a bistro in Cobble Hill. Hurrah - the search is over! I haven't felt like that in a while. I think that feeling is back.
Just as packing is part of the process, so too is unpacking. No one tells you how difficult transitions are, but they have as many steps as loss, so in the words of your freind Jane, be gentle with yourself...
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