After a great deal of angst and drama, it’s official: we’re moving to Brooklyn at the end of the month. We got the apartment we wanted, the one we thought we lost. It’s small — 750 square feet, less than a third of the size of our current digs. But it feels big with lots of windows, a skylight, and access to the roof. We’ve embraced the divestment of stuff process that has to happen — we’re all ready for less stuff. But the books will be problematic. We’ve already pulled a couple of hundred for donation, but there are still thousands. And then there’s the matter of all of our instruments: An electric guitar and amp, an acoustic guitar (we’ll get rid of the second acoustic), a mandolin, a violin, a trombone, and a full-sized keyboard. At least we don’t have a drum set. We’ll hang some of them on the wall an stash some under the bed. But they’re all coming somehow.
There are still things to be nervous about, but mostly I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. There’s a lot of work to be done, but our adventure is just beginning.