It’s pretty astounding to think that one year ago today, we closed the door to our apartment in Bushwick for the last time, and moved ourselves, two cats, and all our worldly possessions into a lovely little carriage house in Providence. At times it feels like just yesterday; other times it feels like we’ve been here for ages.
What amazes me is how readily we were welcomed here. Things haven’t been perfect – one reason for our move was to improve our financial situation, which hasn’t happened, but I think that’s the case for most people these days. Money aside, everything else seems to be falling into place nicely. We’re healthier and happier. We’re continuing to build relationships here, and we’re getting to explore further some of the things that we really love. We may still have boxes that we have yet to unpack, but I think we feel very settled where we are, very content and happy with what this change has done for us.
It is still hard to be away from our families, especially when new babies are born that we have yet to meet, or when, as now, health issues strike our closest family members. And it’s at times like those that we entertain the idea of moving on. Likewise, with some time and distance between us, we are remembering more and more the things we loved about New York – the good friends who remain there, the easy access to almost anything you could possibly dream of – and we ask ourselves, would we move back? We get a little nostalgic for our beautiful old apartment, the wide-slat hardwood floors, high ceilings and big windows, the backyard cat colony, and our most amazing neighbors, but the answer, at least for now, remains no, we would not.
It didn’t take long for us to fall in love with our adopted city, its people and all it has to offer, so I think it’s safe to say we’ll be sticking around for a while. I’m looking forward to what year two will bring, and what we’ll give back.
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