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Welcome Home – now get to work!

13 Aug
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Sun coming through our windows to signal a new day

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.

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Montclair Fave – Cuban Pete’s

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Walnut Street with Adi

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Toy Store Storefront Nearby

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.

Leaving Town, Going Home

22 Apr

I have this thing where no matter what the situation or conversation is, my mental playlists cues a related song & oft changes lyrics to better suit my circumstances. So when I got the news we were moving back to NYC from ATL (woot woot!) these songs played on permarepeat in my head:

Going Home by Diddy

Leaving Las Vegas Atlanta by Sheryl Crow

Going Back to Cali New York by Tone Loc

NY State of Mind by Billy Joel

…and the list goes on. And speaking of lists, one of the multitude of to-dos I had on my own list was listing my house. It wasn’t until the realtor was here taking pics that I realized this.is.real. I am going to say goodbye to this beautiful place in search of something else. Another way of life. A husband who works long hours. Kids who will need me more than ever. And it’s not an easy thing to take on right now but I know NYC is where hub’s heart is, where his jobs will be, and let’s face it –>; Atlanta was never “home” no matter how hard I tried. Our home was home, though, and it’s hard to say goodbye to it. *insert pouty sad face here*

I went through the house primping and fluffing to get it picture-perfect for these HDR shots my realtor took in wide angle. Check it, yo:

Front of Craftsman Bungalow

Side View of Our House

Front Patio

Main Living Area

Dining Room

Kitchen

Master Bedroom

Master Bathroom

Kids’ Bedroom

Guest Bathroom

Loft

Spiral Stairs

Backyard

Backyard

Back of House

Train Caboose Guest House

Train Caboose Guest House

I wish there were more photos of it. The whole listing is here. I followed our agent with my iPhone in hand, obsessively taking low quality shots of every detail like some deranged museum curator who needs record of the way things were. (Cue: The Way We Were by Barbra Streisand.) I’m like a hoarder of digital pictures. Which is weird because I am absolutely a purger of physical things. I feel the need to document everything these days so I can try to remember it all. Momnesia has gotten the best of me & I don’t remember many details without the aid of photographic evidence. Don’t tell the kids that, though. They still think I see and know all.

I hope someone buys it who loves it as much as we did and who finds the value in such a special neighborhood. I was the neighborhood bloggesse and I’ve relinquished that to a sweet friend here in the hood (whom I will also miss. Waaaah!) I am slowly checking things off our to do list and it feels good but it also means we are one step closer to completely changing our lives. Thrilling and anxiety-inducing.

I’m off to reluctantly pack. Or eat chocolate cake in denial. The latter…definitely the latter.

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