Well, it finally came. Yesterday I picked up my life and moved it around the corner. I'd been in the same apartment for six and a half years and have finally moved into my own place. Well, it will really be Geoff's and mine too, but we're technically calling it "mine" until we get married in June. I AM SO EXCITED! We found a great (large) one bedroom in Sunnyside Queens, in the same neightborhood I've lived in for those six and half years, just actually around the corner from my old place. We are still a block from the subway but are closer to our favorite restuarants. The living room has enough space for Geoff to have an office and the bedroom has two sets of windows that meet in the corner with enough room for a king sized bed (which is good, since we need one - Geoff is 6'5" after all). I will post some pictures once it's all fixed up, but here are a few from when they were renovating before we moved in (it looks better now). The first is the cool windows in our bedroom and the second is of the new sconces in the living room. So fun!
Also, the best moment of moving day came at the very end. Our friends Jeremy & Megan stayed to help with getting the last few items into the apartment. We'd just finished, it was about 430pm and the four of us were sitting around in our box filled living room. We had one arm chair, a desk chair and two barstools we'd brought in from the kitchen, and i'd just frantically unwrapped a kichen box to pull out a few mugs so that I could get everyone some water. We were sitting there drinking our water when someone knocked on the door. I was so startled that i spilled water all over myself in an effort to get up and get to the door. When I opened it there were three women standing there. One had a full pot of coffee, the other a tray of teacups, saucers, plates, milk (which we found out later was steamed!) and sugar, and the third had a plate of chocolate cake (which we found out later was homemade). They explained that they lived right next door and had seen us moving in all day and was sure we'd had a long day and just wanted to bring something by. They basically came in, droped off manna from heaven, welcomed us and left us alone to enjoy it with our friends. Coffee never tasted so good. It might have been the fine china it was served in, or the exhaustion, or the juxtaposition of all that homemade goodness being served from a box that was doubling as a coffee table, but it was an AMAZING thing, perfectly timed, and I hope, forshadowing of how life will be for us in our new home.
