It’s been a little over a month since I moved to New York City.
I tried living here in college (in an overpriced dorm, interning for “experience” and completely broke). After that, I basically gave up on living here.
Fast forward a few years with a stable job (and a horrible commute), I finally made the big move.
It was an adjustment, but now it feels like home to me. Now when I occasionally visit my parents’ house, I’m itching to get back to my apartment.
While I’d like to tell you that my Type-A self was smart and planned for this move *way* in advance, that wasn’t the case. At all. I decided to move at the end of July, was in LA for much of August for work, and moved in over Labor Day weekend. It was fast and expensive (for me at least), but virtually painless.
The decor is a work in progress, and slowly but surely I’ve been building my little oasis from the outside world. I took a few snaps to share my progress so far:
Gotta clean these brushes, I know! Haha 🙂
^ P.S. – The irony of that book is not lost on me – while this is a post about moving to NY, this city and I have an interesting relationship.
Not pictured is my little photo studio, my TV area, or my desk. In a few months I plan to get an area rug, build a gallery wall above my desk area, and hang a few mirrors to visually enlarge the space. It’s a process for sure! Overall, I’m happy with the size of the room (and the kitchen and bathroom, also not shown here but I’ve also slowly transformed them).
Let me know what you think about my humble abode!
This post may contain affiliate links. For full details, please visit the disclaimer page.