Dreaming of Brooklyn

I first realized I wanted to move to New York at book club, after at least five glasses of wine.

We’d read what I thought was a mediocre book called “The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P.” about an obnoxious young man living in Brooklyn, and though the book didn’t even portray Brooklyn that favorably, my interest was inexplicably piqued. Our book discussions don’t usually last very long, though, and this evening was no different. Soon, we’d moved onto the hot topic du jour: the upcoming layoffs at our company.

A fellow transplant from the tri-state area mentioned that she thought being laid off could be the push she needed to move back up north. I remember asking her, “Didn’t you think you’d be home by now? I did.”

I’d never said those words out loud before, and to be honest, I hadn’t even realized I felt that way until that very moment. But as soon as they came out of my mouth, something clicked in my head, and I knew I wanted to go. In vino veritas, and all that.

That night, for once, I’d made the responsible decision to ask my husband to pick me up, and as soon as I got in the car, I said, “Brad, do you think we should move to Brooklyn?”

Bless that boy – instead of asking me how many drinks I’d had or whether I’d lost my mind, he just said, “Yeah, maybe.”

And from there, we were off and running. That was Thursday, August 14.

Now, I have to be honest: We had never even considered moving to Brooklyn before. We had discussed potentially moving to New York when we were older, when Brad had made a name for himself in the music business and could attract his own production clients, and when I could find something in Turner’s New York office. It was a long-term potential dream, nothing more. So when I tell you this came out of nowhere, I mean it. And that’s why it’s freaking people out.

I realize that this seems arbitrary and impulsive, but the more we thought about it, the more we realized how much sense it made. I’ll explain our reasoning in another post, before this gets too long, but I just wanted to put this out into the universe: Brad and I are considering leaving Atlanta and moving to New York.

So, if you don’t see many new home decor purchases or projects in the near future, it’s because we’re maybe preparing to sell our home and downsize in a very major way. This both terrifies and saddens me, because we absolutely love our house (not to mention our friends, and our neighborhood, and so many other things about Atlanta). But at the moment, this psuedo-decision feels right. We’ll see what happens and how things fall into place (or don’t). I’ll certainly keep you all updated.

xoxo,
Gossip Girl (because that’s what I’m going to become if I move to NYC, obviously)

PS: Did you know that October is National Pasta Month? I’m no chef, but I have a LOT of pasta recipes – I daresay it’s my specialty – so I’m hoping to share some over the next few weeks. Anyone have any tips on food photography? That is NOT my specialty.