For 4 years, I've called my little studio on 72nd and York home. It's small and it has no natural light (except for at around 1pm for maybe 10 minutes) but it's mine and I love it. When I received my lease renewal form in the mail a few months ago, I burst into tears. Although my management company has been more than fair with my rent, the cost of my cute studio had finally reached that limit where affording my apartment would mean needing to take on a second job. Reluctantly, I put the packet away in my desk. I thought maybe if I don't look at it for a while, I'll magically be able to afford my little slice of the big apple? No such luck. So, I took it back out and faced reality.
I signed my lease renewal form saying I would not be returning to the Oxford Houses when my lease was up in March. It was one of the most difficult decisions I've had to make but it was time.
A little piece of me felt like I was losing my inner Carrie Bradshaw. Where is that girl who would have exclaimed "Savings are for the birds!" and spent every last dime in her bank account on rent just to live in a fabulous neighborhood of Manhattan all on her own? Well, she's still in there. She's just more mature and more conscious of her budget. Plus I didn't have as much closet space to lose.
As I prepared for the big move, I realized I didn't have any pictures of my space.
Here is a mini-tour of my studio.

And here is my kitchen (right after everything was packed away)

And this one was my only-in-New-York view of the brick wall of the maybe too close building next door with no windows on the first 6 floors.
And that was my snug little fabulous home.
With my apartment cleaned out and my light fixture in my hands, I headed across town to my new space on 50th Street between 8th and 9th Avenues. I got out of the cab in my new neighborhood, Clinton aka Hell's Kitchen. And I walked into my new building complete with a gym, laundry room, elevator, and a concierge - quite the change from my standard walk-up. I moved in with Alex and his roommate Harold and things are still brand new. My commute is a quick 10 block walk, my neighborhood is always buzzing with people, and I get to see the love of my life every day (that's my favorite part). Once I'm settled in and my stuff is put away, I'll give you a tour of the new pad.




