Yesterday's R&R was spectacular. I didn't even end up going out and instead spent a quiet evening dining with my parents, tidying up my bedroom and going to sleep early. A few activities that also went unmentioned were a manicure and pedicure (as per my lovely mother's suggestion) and online shopping/research as I design my new home.
Yes, you read correctly chickadees, I'm moving out. And soon! One of my best friends from college has an opening in her UES apartment in May so I've been finding budget-minded inspiration all around me as I plan my first room that's really all mine. Ah, I'm so excited. I'll officially be a Manhattan resident just in time to celebrate my birthday and the fabulous summer ahead.But with that comes worry as well. For as independent as I may be, this is the one of the biggest steps that I've ever taken. Never again will I live under my parents' roof. It's a dramatic thought, I know, and it may not even be true, but it's only in the most dire of circumstances that I'd move back and I obviously hope that doesn't happen. So here it is, the grown-up challenge of the year: living on my own. I'm ready, I'm willing, and I'm scared. Yet I also can hardly wait. I haven't known the convenience of the city, well, ever, and there's lots more exploring to do. Speaking of, have you ever gone on the row boats in Central Park? I haven't. Not until this afternoon at least. And if it sounds romantic, it may very well be. Here goes everything :).