Oh I’m feeling all the feels writing this…but just 18 more days in this apartment. The apartment I have called home for 8 ½ years of my life. This apartment (that sits atop five flights of stairs so I naturally refer to it as “the penthouse”) has housed countless friends, hosted Halloween & NYE parties, dozens of pre-games, dinner parties, and millions of memories that started off with me as a single girl living that corporate life. Then I met Marcus (at a bar no less! Yes, it really does happen!) went to nutrition school, started my own business and got married.

But when the stairs become too much and your pots literally have no place to go since the brick wall has run out of space, it’s time to move on. From the east village to the upper east side we go, where I plan to walk double the amount to make up for the loss in exercise from climbing my five flight of stairs everyday.

Follow our packing adventures on social media since it will be a miracle if Marcus and I move out of here on speaking terms. I mean, he’s a hoader and I am not! Consolidating is not going to be our thing…

Here we go UES, we’re comin’ for you!