Moving Day (and Lilly’s Last Day of the 3’s Program)

As I sit there typing this, the packers are boxing up our apartment (I feel like an a-hole typing on a laptop while others are packing up my sh*t. But, I’m very pregnant. Does that make it better?), Lilly recently left with her grandparents to go to their house for a few days (best idea ever!) after a goodbye party at school, at which both of her parents cried but she didn’t, and we’ve got one night to go sans stuff and furniture, save for a bed and toiletries, in the place we’ve called home for the last four years.

And I’m a wreck.

Again: pregnant. But, still, I didn’t think I’d be this emotional because we’re ready, I’m ready and so excited for this next chapter. I’m truly not sad about leaving the city because I’ll be back often. I know I’ll see my friends, come in for favorite eats and all kinds of adventures. I know what I’ll miss and what I won’t and am okay with the sacrifices I’ll make in exchange for what I’m getting. So I’m not emotional about leaving the city (after all I’ve left it before).

What I’m so sad about is saying goodbye to everything as it relates to our life with Lilly. Cue the tears. This is the place where we became a family. It’s where I paced back and forth her- finally set up (at 35 weeks)- nursery, begging for her to get here already, rocked in her chair imagining what it would be like to hold her in my arms, where I collected her first books and rearranged things a dozen times to get it perfect for my girl. It’s where we brought her home for the first time and calmed her down on the cool terrace during witching hour. It’s where she tried her first food and we hosted our first play date. It’s where she fell off the bed and caused her frantic parents to watch her like a hawk for the next 48 hours, where she first crawled, walked, talked, laughed. It’s where we discovered her personality, love for reading, Bunny, ice cream and popsicles.

The neighborhood, her neighborhood (of TriBeCa), is where she first smelled a Tulip, learned to scoot and went down a slide. It’s where she tripped and fell (too many times to count), I kissed her scraped up little knees and made everything better. It’s where, many days, I thought I was making everything worse. It’s where she went to school for the first time and fell in love with learning.

It’s where this blog was born, because of her. Because I couldn’t imagine leaving and missing all of the aforementioned firsts. It’s where she learned of loss and her new baby brother on the way.

It’s where I watched my sweet, easy baby turn into a bright, funny, sassy, challenging, charming, bossy and brave little girl. This city’s helped shape her, and me as a mother and it’ll always be home.

But now we’re off to our new address, one where there’ll be many more memories made, milestones achieved and love shared. Off to the next (big, suburbian) adventure…

More on my thoughts about NYC and photos from our time here.

Check out our last day in NYC (including the sweetest video Lilly’s class made for her) and our entire move on Insta Sotries. 

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