We’ve been “on the run” like a band of gypsies since May. And by “on the run” I mean living with family then running away from family then camping in our newly rented duplex in Montclair then returning to Atlanta to move then arriving back to our duplex with more boxes than space then totally neglecting the box unpacking to write this blog post.
Our transition from Atlanta to Montclair has taken longer than preferred but our decision to live here (versus Upper West or Brooklyn or Port Washington or…) was a quick and easy one. The moment our wheels rolled onto Bloomfield, we looked at each other with goofy grinned faces and breathlessly exhaled “this is it!” This.Is.It. Montclair is a dreamland for me – and while it could be because I am still in the honeymoon stages of living in a new quaint village-y town – I feel at home already. Our neighborhood is peppered with antique stores, bakeries (nomz), the Farmers Market, toy stores and boutiques and family-owned businesses we love to support. In nice weather we mostly walk to run our errands and otherwise nothing is further than a 4 minute drive.
I’ve taken the boys on a few adventures and we look forward to being settled in and really exploring our new town. I’ll be sure to check in with photographic evidence of our future bakery & antiquing exploits.