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?
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.