"Where are you from?" the lady in the airport asks me. Smiling, I say, "well I'm from Chicago, but I live in New York." Deep down, I'm crying.
I am officially a New Yorker! Okay well, not quite yet. Yes, I did move to New York 3 weeks ago, but since I don't have a place to live and my things are still in Chicago, I don't consider myself an official resident. This move has been a long time in the making and I am so thankful (and grateful) that it has finally happened. I was beginning to think this was something I wanted that God just didn't want for me. While I'm never one to go against or question God, this is one thing I was not willing to back down from. For many years, I've wanted to move to New York and something (purchased a condo in Chicago, got a job promotion, etc) always happened so the move didn't happen. But a few months ago, I realize I was just not happy in Chicago and the only way for me to grow professionally and personally was to move to New York. So in March 2010, I set a goal of being in New York by September 1, 2010. After months and months of interviewing for jobs in New York, I finally got a job offer that I accepted and started on August 23rd. Yes, I met my deadline.
So why am I am in New York feeling like a homeless person. So the temporary housing was okay for the 1st week, but has gotten old really quick. I'm living out of a suitcase and I feel so scattered. I want to feel like this is my new home, I really do, but until I navigate and get through this RIDICULOUS New York City housing market, it's hard for me to feel that way. What the hell is up with this broker's fee? Really. There should be a law agains that mess. Yes, you've guessed it. I'm anti-broker, that is unless they can find me a no fee apartment. I'll take getting lost on the subway (which I've seemed to have mastered) instead of paying a broker's fee for an apartment. It makes no sense at all.
So before Penn station becomes my new home, I have a few places on my list that I'm going to look at tomorrow then going back to Chicago to pick up Max. I hope this will be my last weekend in Chicago so I can spend some time in New York. I mean, it is my new home and yet I still feel like a visitor.
