As One Apartment Door Closes...

A new phase of life is poised to open. And I am as shocked as anyone to report that this new phase will take me out of New York City- almost 11 years to the day after I moved here originally- and back to the town where I grew up.  

I swore since the day I left for college that I was never, under any circumstances, ever moving back to Westport, Connecticut. The town was small, the girls could be mean, and while I, for all intents and purposes, was a good kid, I know all too well what “good kids” can get away with. And as such, never wanted to imagine my daughter doing the same. But alas, as I should have learned by now, never say never because inevitably, I am always mistaken. 

So how did this happen?

Well, in true Falik Family fashion- quickly. Brian started working in Stamford. Our apartment was becoming over-run with baby stuff and beauty products. We were both feeling burnt out, exhausted and ready for a change. On some level, I had this idea that moving out of NYC would force me to feel like an adult.  I have lived here since I was 22 and while in many ways I have grown up so much since then, in other ways staying in the same place has kept me from feeling like it.

 

We started to think about the suburbs (a word that has always made me cringe) and Westport had everything we could possibly want- including our dream house being built right across the street from my closest friend (who I was co-captain of the cheerleading squad with back in the day- so cliché, I know.)

Instead of spending hours perusing Shopbop, my auto-fill will now take you to home design blogs, cabinet handle sites and sconce wholesalers. Today I picked up carpet samples and ordered blinds. The reality of the change ahead is starting to set in, one fixture at a time. Am I ready for it? I have no idea. But in about 30 days, we are all going to find out.