I’m going to preface this post by admitting that I am kind of crazy. And I kind of maybe plan way too far in advance. (You know, as if a baby on the way, plus two jobs, wasn’t enough to think about.) Friday marks exactly one year from “match day” for hubby – what that means: in exactly a year’s time, we will know our fate for the next 4-6 years; i.e., where we’ll be moving for hubby’s residency. It also means that this Summer we start sending out his applications for said residency, and this Fall, he starts interviewing for those programs. So what’s a crazy planner like me to do? Plan way too early in advance. And right now we are toying with the idea of NYC. I’ve e-mailed New Yorkers, who have all warned me of the cost of living, but nothing could have prepared me for the cold hard facts of a NYC rent (or the cold hard fact that if we do in fact relocate to NYC, I’ll be eating Ramen noodles, daily).
But don’t get too excited with the idea, we’ve also spent weeks discussing living in Boston, LA, or simply falling on the wrong side of luck come match day and winding up somewhere that boasts nothing but miles of farm land (the idea gives me the sweats, but I could make gardening happen.)
Then of course, there’s this luxe new-construction model apartment in The Lucida in New York, NY. Guess where we’d be moving in our price-range? A dorm. Maybe. Or a very tiny “studio” that we’ll call charming but secretly loathe for it’s lack of closets and a built-in washer/dryer (seriously, how do you New Yorkers survive without a washer/dryer in your place?) Either way, let’s drool over this glamorous apartment for a while? Ahhh, but those views. Could I make it in the Big Apple? (Will I get hot pretzels thrown at me for calling it “the Big Apple”?)
Really loving that dining room; the mix of modern white chairs with sleek silver detail and a fantastic rustic table is just perfect.