Moving out...

You think that after five years and four apartments in Manhattan, I would get pretty good at moving. Each time we do it, I say "this is the last!" and then we end up right back where we started - looking for new places to live. The city will do that to you. The Husband and I are moving...again. Our lease is up in 21 days and because they are increasing our rent by almost $500 more, we gotta go. But where? That's the issue we have on our hands at the moment.



The only thing that I have learned in the past 6 months is that you can't plan anything and you have to be patient. I hate that because I'm a planner and I'm very impatient. Whatever is meant to be will be, but that is hard to digest when we have a dog and lots of stuff to move.



I think the hardest part about always moving is I never feel quite settled. I try to make it "home" but it's not really mine, so I'll just wait to "put that there" or "hang this up." I've done little things in each place to make it ours, but in the back of my head I'm always thinking "end of lease."



I know our forever home will come someday (hopefully NOT in NYC) so I'm willing to wait. I guess it's just one of those prices you pay for living here.



Until then, I'll keep daydreaming...