LIC

I never move. I've stayed put for the past five years, not because I'm in love with my apartment; or I'm not willing to lose my coveted zip code, I stay put because moving is such a pain in the ass.

Especially in New York.

This entry is to alert you all that I'm moving. I'm giving up the prestige of the Upper East Side for an outer borough. I'm also in severe denial that I actually chose this choice. Dumbfounded, really.

In this very moment, it is crystal clear to me why I never move: moving creates that moment where the lump in your throat grows so big that can hardly swallow; the moment where you're afraid to blink in fear that tears will caress your cheeks and fall to the ground. The moment when your finances are raked over the coals by a co-op board and your insecurities are highlighted (especially when they notice how many times you stop to buy coffee in a day...).

I've really pushed myself this year to grow personally and professionally. I'm doing both at extreme rates. Changing so many things all at once is excruciatingly overwhelming.  The dust will settle in a few weeks, and when it does  I'll be a 33-year-old lady, living on her own, in a trendy Queens neighborhood.

Wish me luck.

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