Being back in Atlanta brought very mixed emotions. It was nice to feel the comfort of old friends and familiar haunts. I had many walks down memory lane as I purged myself of nine years of Atlanta life and two storage units.
As soon as I got back to New York, however, and the movers unloaded my artwork, my bed, and other stuff, it started to feel like home. A busy, hectic, exciting, strange, over-priced, and small home, but home nonetheless.
Today in New York, I face the thrill of my first New York snowstorm (predicting 2-4 inches of ice and snow) and the frustration of this:
Boxes, boxes everywhere. Moving is hell. Moving from 2 bedrooms, 1250 square feet and two storage units to 500 square feet, 1 small bedroom, and two tiny closets is....well, hell.
Having to touch and find a place for each thing I own has driven me to make panicked phone calls to my family and friends, begging them to fly to New York to help me unpack and organize. Luckily, one friend from Atlanta has heeded my call, and Cal is coming up this weekend to help me get my home settled.
Thank you, Cal. Old friends are heaven-sent.
