I will be moving soon and I am getting pretty excited.
I’ve committed to living in DC for the foreseeable future. Although I moved here kicking and screaming, I was surprised to find I like it here. The easy transportation, museums, Art galleries, cultural events, and friends who live in nearby towns make this a nice place to live.
The original reason for being here doesn’t exist anymore. That fills me with grief that was incapacitating at times. But I have the choice to be sad, lonely and miserable or to move on. I survived August, September and October and it no longer hurts to breath and I no longer feel like I have a huge hole in my chest. Now I simply want to move from where I live to start fresh. So I am moving…on.
I’ve chosen to do buy an apartment in a part of the greater DC area. The unit is located in a safe area, lots of galleries nearby and it’s close to work and friends.
It has gorgeous bones, and it has 10′ tall ceilings, high large windows with northern light to paint by and floor to ceiling bookshelves. When I walked in and saw the bookshelves I knew I would put in an offer. So once some work is done in the bathroom (new tub and tiles) I will be moving out of my apartment and into my little slice of heaven.