It's time. I'm ready. No wait! One more stroll...one more cab ride... please!! A constant feeling of wanting to hold on and let go and my head and heart simply cannot wrap my head around the fact that I came here at 22 fresh off a breakup earlier that summer...and into this city that I LOATHED when interning here the summer of '04. With a few bags and some used furniture I dug in to 10128 and all the glories of the way upper east side. I started my job. I did all the fun and crazy things you do when in New York at 22. And it went on for a whole lotta months. And then I met him. Lee. And the next chapter began. And our lives entwined and we became an us. It was phase 1 of the "before and after" (before Lee/after Lee...before Morgan/after Morgan.). We drank wine on our rooftop nightly, we stayed out late with our best couple friends, we traveled, we slept, we were pinch ourselves happy in an apartment looking into the offices of the Row;). Uptown we went. We've been all over. Every nook of this city seemingly explored and adventures and foodie list checked off. My belly grew as did the sidewalks & space afforded to us UWS folk compared to Chelsea. She arrived on a coooolllld December day, the holidays in full swing. Phase two of before and after. It was hard. I barely survived. And our few block radius became our family. Our closest friends. And kids like cousins. Central Park half a block away was both our figurative nanny and saving grace. Loungey days at Sheep Meadow. Active afternoons at the tots playground. A place where Morgan first fumbled to walk and then sprinted a year later. Every meal out kind of days. We aren't going far...just 30 miles outside the city but nonetheless feels like we have quit in some capacity. The city won. But we win too. It's time. Time to go..to root ourselves in a place and raise our children as close to the picket fence dream as we can get. In our home with health & happiness on our side...it's time. I'll see you again New York...on day trip visits, late night dinner dates and when crashing at our pied-à-terre (SKRs west village apt;). You'll change quickly and I will too. Thank you for this amazing decade. You changed my life!
Our last day in the city.
It's time. I'm ready. No wait! One more stroll...one more cab ride... please!! A constant feeling of wanting to hold on and let go and my head and heart simply cannot wrap my head around the fact that I came here at 22 fresh off a breakup earlier that summer...and into this city that I LOATHED when interning here the summer of '04. With a few bags and some used furniture I dug in to 10128 and all the glories of the way upper east side. I started my job. I did all the fun and crazy things you do when in New York at 22. And it went on for a whole lotta months. And then I met him. Lee. And the next chapter began. And our lives entwined and we became an us. It was phase 1 of the "before and after" (before Lee/after Lee...before Morgan/after Morgan.). We drank wine on our rooftop nightly, we stayed out late with our best couple friends, we traveled, we slept, we were pinch ourselves happy in an apartment looking into the offices of the Row;). Uptown we went. We've been all over. Every nook of this city seemingly explored and adventures and foodie list checked off. My belly grew as did the sidewalks & space afforded to us UWS folk compared to Chelsea. She arrived on a coooolllld December day, the holidays in full swing. Phase two of before and after. It was hard. I barely survived. And our few block radius became our family. Our closest friends. And kids like cousins. Central Park half a block away was both our figurative nanny and saving grace. Loungey days at Sheep Meadow. Active afternoons at the tots playground. A place where Morgan first fumbled to walk and then sprinted a year later. Every meal out kind of days. We aren't going far...just 30 miles outside the city but nonetheless feels like we have quit in some capacity. The city won. But we win too. It's time. Time to go..to root ourselves in a place and raise our children as close to the picket fence dream as we can get. In our home with health & happiness on our side...it's time. I'll see you again New York...on day trip visits, late night dinner dates and when crashing at our pied-à-terre (SKRs west village apt;). You'll change quickly and I will too. Thank you for this amazing decade. You changed my life!
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Jackie
2/19/2015 03:08:50 am
Loved this. I remember that summer internship like it was yesterday. Ha. Miss you and wishing you and the rest of the Markle family all the best with the move and in your new 'hood.
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Henna
2/19/2015 03:19:53 am
Love you, boo!
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Amy Guzzi
2/19/2015 11:09:28 am
I shed a few tears. Thank you for making these last two years so amazing! Joey and I will truly miss seeing you and Morgs everyday. Love you guys! xx
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Annie
2/19/2015 11:31:39 pm
love you and will MISS YOU. Beautiful piece :)
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