I can't believe this is our last full week in the East Village. And though I will not be sorry to leave our hole in the wall or Avenue C, for that matter, there are certain things about the East Village I will very much miss. [The Sunburnt Cow, the yummy Brazilian place on the corner, Tompkins Square, Union Square greenmarket, The Strand... etc.] But I am sure there are many things I will fall in love with [have already fallen in love with] on the Upper West Side.
The East Village was a great place to start our New York experience. Our apartment is small, but we have been happy here. It was our first apartment together, so of course it will always be special to me. When we moved in together, we knew right away living in such tight quarters would really make or break our relationship. I had lived with someone a few years before I met John, [how scandalous, I know] and had kind of vowed to never do it again; I just didn't think it was for me. [I think I can be kind of high maintenance...] But then I met John who is so unlike any man I have ever known, and who changed my entire perception of what a relationship is supposed to be; he made me want to take a leap of faith.
Almost a year later and I haven't regretted a moment of it. I could probably live with John in a box and everything would be okay. [Well, it would have to be a refrigerator box to accommodate his six-foot-six frame...] It was good for our relationship; if we can live harmoniously in a tiny two room studio for so long and not want to kill each other, I think we have a pretty bright future.
Onward and upward.
We went uptown today to peruse our new neighborhood. It was incredibly cold, but we had a nice walk, up and down the area surrounding our new home. I can't believe we're less than a block from Central Park. It's so much quieter than our current neighborhood; very diverse in age with a lot of people around our age, a lot of families, and a lot of older people. I like that mix. It feels like a happy place. I am so excited to move. But I will always remember the East Village and our first tiny apartment together with extreme fondness.
