It has been a silly crazy, stressful, and all around hectic three months. After the fires hit Sonoma County, my wife got laid off from her job. It was a pretty sickening one two punch, but it made us look at each other and ask if we were happy, and if there was something else we wanted to do? In a sort of funny question, we asked each other, “Do you want to return to New York?” Clearly that was pretty much impossible. Like that was the most out of left field thing we could do with the situation we were in.
But the more we sat on it, then more we liked the idea. It still didn’t seem practical, though.
Then we ran the numbers, and it turned out that it was more affordable to live in Manhattan than Sonoma County.
Yes, you read that correctly. Not San Francisco; Sonoma County. It really makes me kind’a sad to say that out loud, and I will get on a soap box soon to talk about the wealth gap in America, and the homeless problem in California, but I don’t want you to think that the Bay Area is some sort of shit hole. It’s beautiful, and amazing, and magical, but completely unaffordable for the rest of us now. That’s another blog for another day.
When we discovered that New York was more affordable, it pretty much sealed the deal, and we decided to go. We had to get through the Holidays first, and as soon as Christmas was over, it became a two-week marathon to get it done. Selling a car, packing everything up, getting the kid into an NYC school, flying cross country, and now, sitting back in my old neighborhood, writing a blog. Last week, I was at a U-Haul store loading a box wondering if we would ever get this done.
We did.
Now, on to Act Two…
