The Big Move

Moving is stressful.  And time consuming.  And from start to finish, took 4 ½ months, but that's because I also was selling my apartment. That's a long time to be in limbo and be stressed.

I packed my entire one bedroom apartment, made NUMEROUS donations to Goodwill (both pre- and post-move), drugged my cat twice, coordinated movers in both Hoboken and West Palm Beach, and drove 1,200 miles on 95 heading South over a 20 hour period.

Some images of my trip...

Slowly clearing out the apartment... last to go was the furniture (this is the couch on its side)

I wasn't sure if everything would fit in my rental truck...

But incredibly, it all fit...

Don't look back! (But I did... captured what little I could see of the bridge that is labeled "HOBOKEN")

After four hours of moving all my crap out, here I am starting the journey.  3 minutes in, leaving Hoboken...

My wheels #Ballin (can you believe ALL MY STUFF FIT INTO THIS TRUCK!?!?!  It's a friggin miracle.  The movers played Tetris and did an amazing job with it...)

Uh... crap....

Ted did surprisingly well with the journey and two nights at hotels.  Of course, drugging her always helps... I made sure she could see me through the mesh of her carrier bag...

In North Carolina, half way there, the first sign reads "MIAMI" :) :) :)

And then... I arrived...

And all my crap was loaded into my new apartment....

And I had champagne and frozen pizza for dinner...

I had bruises all over my arms and legs, and was told several times that I needed to not allow my boyfriend to manhandle me...

All that stress, and all that work to pack, sell the apartment, find a new place 1200 miles away, make the move, unpack?  It was all so worth it.

Because I got to enjoy my roofdeck one day....

And I enjoyed the view from my apartment of the drawbridge... and all was right with the world...

A few weeks ago I told you why I was leaving NYC.  Basically, I grew out of it, like the jeans I wore in high school.  They just didn't fit me anymore.

And I'm L-O-V-I-N-G my new town, my new apartment, and my new life.  It fits me perfectly.  I feel like me and all my stuff are finally in the right place, the place that fits me.

WPB is everything I want in a town.  It's small, it's quiet, yet I live just two short blocks from action.  Clematis Street has tons of restaurants, bars and small shops.  Happy hour begins at 11am.  There is a green market every Saturday featuring fruits and veggies, as well as seafood, meat, plants, flowers, kettle corn, lemonade, and homemade crafts.  Everyone smiles at you on the street and says hello.  Many events take place here due to the central location.  I participated in a 19 restaurant food/beverage crawl on a random Thursday night.  I'm going to participate in a craft beer festival that is literally right outside the door to my new apartment.  My new apartment building has a gym, a lap pool, a roof deck, 24 hour security guards. All my stuff fits perfectly into my new apartment, with room to spare.  And while the weather isn't always fabulous (it's been rainy more days than it has been sunny), I don't care.  I love it.

I feel like I finally fit.  This is where I'm meant to be, at this moment in my life, and I am so overjoyed that I finally took the steps to shed the real and imagined barriers that were holding me hostage in a situation that didn't feel right to me.

Come visit, anytime.  Better yet... shed your barriers and find your new fit, whether it's a pair of jeans or a new lifestyle.