Reasons I am queasy with excitement: the short version.
1. I am going to Amsterdam.
1a. With Melissa!
1b. And my dad! (Who is not going for free, so no angry letters about WHY ARE OLD MEN WITHOUT BLOGS BEING PAID TO TRAVEL)
2. We are selling our place.
3. We are moving to New Jersey.
4. We will no longer live in Brooklyn. We are doing what we said we wouldn't do.
5. We will live in a house. A nice house. We will live near our friends. We will have a yard and a good school for Henry.
6. But still! We will not live near our other friends! Why do we have to have friends! And also we won't be in Brooklyn!
7. I'm okay. I'm okay. I WILL BE OKAY.
So as you can see: I am not pregnant, nor am I rolling in money from any book deal. Yet.










January 30, 2006
Reader Comments (87)
My husband has a job interview in Manhattan on Friday. We live in California...
Don't New Yorker's hate Californians? Oh, wait. That could be the anxiety talking...uh, but still...do they?
See you at SxSW!
Bon chance!
JP, who told you we hate Californians? Stealing your wallet is our way of saying "Welcome!"
I've been to New York only once...and I was TEN. Someone else was responsible for me back then...now I'm the one responsible for two little girls. I'm trying to figure out a way to sell them on the black market before/if we move out there. Makes much less to worry about. I can always get a new wallet. ;)
Have fun in Amsterdam, make sure to smoke um, some some, for everyone else.
A quick word of advice, a little something I experienced when I made the almost painless transition from city life to suburbia, you'll have trouble sleeping the first week or month (depending upon how quickly you adjust). It isn't because of the noise but because of the lack thereof. There will be no trains to lull you to sleep, no gun shot rhythm to dream to, nope, that's all replaced with strange new sounds. Crickets. Did you know they make noise? Lots actually, it's almost deafening. There are also strange things that go bump in the night in the suburbs. I don't know what they are. I don't dare check to see. I just pull the covers over my head and comfort myself by thinking it's a mugger. Then I can usually fall asleep, after a few glasses of wine. I'm not trying to scare you, only to prepare you.