It’s been a little over seven weeks since we packed up our house in Alabama and I boarded a plane for New York City. After an airport send off with family and tears, I was headed to the Big Apple with two children under the age of two in tow and a heart full of anticipation and excitement. Waiting on the other end of our flight was my husband who had just started his new job (which is what brought us to the city) and began to unpack our new two bedroom apartment on the Upper West Side.
We arrived at LaGuardia, grabbed our suitcases, hopped in a carseatless taxi (Crazy right? The city of New York is exempt from state child restrain laws), and headed for our apartment. As we turned onto Central Park West, George opened his eyes from a hard sleep in my lap and said, “that’s Central Park.” That little boy was correct; he had placed his eyes for the first time on glorious Central Park, which would soon become a part of our daily routine. Let’s just call it our backyard, in the middle of the city.
We have had a busy seven weeks with adjusting to living in a small space, not having a car, using public transportation, meeting new people, exploring, walking thousands of steps a day, eating more pizza then I can count and relearning our day to day functions in our new urban jungle. When my husband was initially offered this opportunity we thought the timing was off. We said things like, “our kids are too young, we will do it when they are older.” On the contrary, if we would have waited till our kids were older to make a big move like this, we would have never done it; and also, what an amazing adventure to take as a family. Secondly we said, “why would we want to leave our large yard and settled house.” I have to say this was the biggest one for me. I loved our house in Alabama and the thought of leaving it was tough. My outlook on our housing situation has completely changed. First, we do not spend a ton of time in our apartment. We typically wake up, eat breakfast, watch the Today Show and hit the pavement. We have traded space for experience. In a city with so much to see and do it’s hard to stay inside. Last week we had a day we stayed inside all day and I told Ben I had total FOMO (fear of missing out). I think a retired New York City police officer we met in the park playing with his grandson said it best. As I was telling him all the major adjustments we are experiencing and the major differences between Alabama and living here, he stopped me and said, “young lady do you realize you live in the greatest city in the world.”
I completely stopped talking, sat back and said to myself, “shut up Lindsey, you are living in the greatest city in the world.” As I have shared before we are movers but we have never embarked on anything as life changing and as self growing as this. I look forward to documenting and sharing our experiences with you.
So while I am not “Strolling Through the South (bear with us, we know we need a new name),”I am embarking on an adventure with my precious husband and two babies in the city that never sleeps and what some call the greatest city in the world. We are still sisters divided by distance and sharing our experiences together. So for now I will crank up the You’ve Got Mail soundtrack and plan out what new city adventure we will embark on tomorrow. Take a listen to my new city girl theme song below.