WN Entry: Moving

Right now I feel like the young girl (actually Patricia MacLachlan) in Maclachlan’s Memoir What You Know First. I’m preparing for a move from one east coast city to another and it feel so enormous and huge.

My boxes are stacked up throughout my apartment leaving little room for me to walk. There is an eerie silence that fills the apartment, with nothing more than the constant hum of the air conditioner as background noise.

Tomorrow I will spend my day running errands around NYC.
-I will visit the 85th Street Post Office to ensure my mail forwarding has taken effect.
-I will move the car from one side of the street to the other so as to not get a ticket due to Alternate Side of the Street Parking Rules so that the streets can get cleaned.
-I will stand in line at Grom with my New York Friends and share gelato on my last night in NYC.
-I will call my cable company and cancel my cable TV, telephone and cable modem, thereby disconnecting me from the world until I arrive in my new home.
-I will visit the needlepoint store I used to do p.r. for (before becoming a teacher) and will say my some good byes.
-I will attempt to venture to the Lower East Side to get some delectable cupcakes and to snap some photographs of the neighborhood my Grandpa Morris knew first when he came to America in 1921.
-And if there’s any time left in my day, which will also include throwing more things into brown cardboard boxes, then I will go to Central Park, my oasis amongst the hustle and bustle of city life, where I will sit on a park bench and savor the fact that I’ve spent seven and a half glorious years in the City I knew first when I was born in it 30 years and two months ago today.

I will take some H&H Bagels.
I will take my maps of Central Park and the Subway.
But, I cannot take the fast pace to which I have grown accustom.

The hustle and bustle will stay here, but will continue to live on inside of me. I am a New Yorker through-and-through and though I may not be physically living here anymore, New York will always be my home for it is what I knew first.

This entry was inspired by What You Know First by Patricia MacLachlan.