NYE and the Big Move

It's snowing in New York right now. I got off the Path train today, making my last trip to the City from New Jersey, and it was snowing. What a perfect way to end 2008 and my minorly hellish commute to work.

I'm finally moving to New York City, after years of dreaming that I would one day call the greatest city in the world my hometown. I found a lovely one bedroom apartment on the Upper East Side. I will be living alone, which is not ideal as I really wanted a roommate or two, but on the upside, I have an apartment all to myself. The apartment is actually kind of awkward, with weird walls and nooks and windows, but I love it! It's on the sixth floor of a historical building on 79th and York. There are no elevators in the building (as it's historial and all) but I hired my brother and his two friends to help me move all of my shoes and bags and clothes up six flights of stairs. The three 20-year-olds are poor so they will do just about anything for some cash! My friend, Carla, and her husband, Jason (although, I think I can call him my friend now, too), are also helping me, of which I am infinitely grateful.

But before the Big Move to the Big Apple, I will be ringing in 2009 at Tavern on the Green in Central Park. The last time I was at Tavern on the Green I was eight and Brett was three. My parents dressed us up in our finest (me in my white rabbit fur coat with matching muff and Brett in knickers and a newsboy cap) and took us to see the Radio City Christmas Spectacular (this was before they had the weird 1,000 Santas number, which totally creeps me out), followed by dinner at the Tavern. Brett decided to pretend he was a dog, so he got under the table and barked at every person that walked by. He barked...at patrons of... Tavern on the Green! I hope they don't remember me there. Luckily that was nearly 20 years ago. Huh, am I really that old. Holy Christ, I am! On that note, til next post...

Happy New Year 2009!!!