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Monday, August 31, 2015

Hiatus...and how I Survived

If you haven't noticed, I've taken a six month hiatus from the blog. In May, everything changed, on the exact same day. After eight amazing years as an interior designer at MAC II, I accepted a Senior design position for Dumais. I also, signed the lease on my brand new apartment in Brooklyn Heights. My life was about to change drastically. I was no longer a 6 train girl. I had been riding the 6 train for eight straight years. The best part about it, I got a seat every single day. Now, I'm an A/C or 2/3 train girl. The worst part, I never get a seat, any day. However, there is a plus side, my commute is about 15-20 minutes door to door. 

I started my new job mid May and two weeks later, moved. Now, if you're thinking that sounds much too easy, you're right. I forgot to mention I broke the lease on my old apartment, which meant, I was going to have to pay double rent for six months if I did not find someone to take over my lease. Too make it even more complicated, my new building doesn't let you move in on weekends, which means I was going to have to move in during the week. However, I had just started my new job. There was no way I could already ask for a day off when I was already 4 days over the allowed days off when I started. The bad news when starting a new job, your vacation days start over as well. My life felt like it was starting all over and I had to learn to walk and talk again. 

Thankfully, I have amazing parents and friends who helped me out more than words can even describe. I had recently become friends with a couple down the hall from me. They just got a puppy, and when you get a puppy, you're in the hall more due to frequent puppy walks. Plus, who doesn't want to stop and pet a puppy everyday, all day. So we hit it off, even if Oliver and Hobson didn't, and it just so happened, they got engaged and decided they needed to upgrade from their studio apartment. They decided to take over my lease. The nightmare was over. 

Then another nightmare began: Health Insurance. MAC II paid for my health insurance. My new company, only half. But, I also had to provide my own insurance which meant days of research. I literally locked myself in the house for two days and researched every single possible insurance. Did I mention my dentist who I had been going to for 8 years only takes a PPO plan? I also learned that no health insurance offers a PPO plan unless you're in a group plan, which clearly I was not going to be. All in all, after frantic phone calls to my parents, thank you again for all of your help, I'm sure I was more of a nightmare than the situation, it all worked out. Well, I hope so, I haven't used the insurance yet...

But things eventually got better. I flew my Mom in, first class and all (thank you for the free upgrade United Airlines) who literally all by herself, finished packing my apartment, coordinated the movers and moved me into my brand new apartment. She even rode my bike over the Brooklyn Bridge so it would not get damaged during the move. She deserves a gold medal for this. When I got home from work, she was exhausted, hot and starving. The woman didn't eat all day except for maybe half a sandwich. By that night, everything was unpacked. This is not a joke. She just kept going and going to make sure I was happy. I do not know what I would have done without her. I am so thankful and grateful to have her as my Mother. The next day, my Dad arrived and helped us hang all of my curtains and art. Literally, my apartment was complete, in two days. Ok, maybe three. I couldn't have asked for better parents. I am so lucky.

It all started when Sara informed me of an apartment which was becoming available in her apartment building. I called every single Monday for six months until one day they said I could come in and fill out an application. It went pretty quickly from there. The guy who lived here before me moved in to the apartment in 1984, the year I was born. It had metal cabinets, black and white tiles and cork floors. I saw the apartment during the full renovation. Needless to say, I was pretty happy with the end results. The best part, three exposures. My favorite is this one...

A week after I moved in, I left for Mexico, for a week. When I came back, I was coming home to a new apartment, which I had lived in for a week, and a new job I had been at for three weeks. Even though it was the same city, and my same furniture, and my same clothes, nothing felt right. I woke up every morning for the next two weeks feeling completely out of my element. Something did not feel right and I had no idea what it was.  Thankfully, that only lasted for two weeks. I am finally settled in the apartment and job and feeling back to my ole self. Thank freaking goodness.

Thank you again to everyone who kept me in line, supported me, and loved me during this time. Who knew such good things could be so hard! 

1 comment:

  1. You are blessed with awesome parents! I'm proud of your mom...I wouldn't even ride my own bike over the Brooklyn Bridge! Best of luck in your new job and home! :)