I've been in my new apartment exactly two weeks today, and have been in New York shortly more than one month. The weather has already started to turn chilly, and I bought a new winter coat yesterday. It has been interesting to think about expanding a wardrobe from 1 1/2 seasons to 4. (In SoCal, 'winter' for the most part means Uggs and a sweater). Of course if your budget doesn't reign you in from too much power shopping, famed New York style closets will. Carrie Bradshaw stored her sweaters in her oven; my sundresses, shorts and 10 pairs of flip flops are in storage cube/end tables. (Yes, Suzi, glad I moved them...)
Though I don't have a TV yet, and books are still stacked on the floor, I've been lucky to have many friends already come by to visit -- Jen, Paul, Brett, Daniel visiting from San Francisco, Antony, Adam, Stacy and Jason and the kids. It all starts to make a new environment begin to feel like home.
Last week, after letting me share the trundle bed in her princess room several times earlier this year, my goddaughter Carly came over for her first sleep over. We made dinner, colored new pictures for my refrigerator, made brownies, listened to Jack Johnson and read a book on an aerobed on the floor. In the morning, while I made breakfast, Carly looked at boats in the harbor from a perch in the kitchen. "Look there's the Tan!" she said, referring to the Tancook ferry up in Nova Scotia. It made me smile and think about how wonderful it is to always look at life through the eyes of a child.
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