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Exciting news folks:  we just signed a one-year lease on an apartment in NYC this morning! So we are homeless no more. And I suppose it means we are sticking around for a bit, although I imagine if we change our minds and decide to run off to Nicaragua or something, we’ll sort it out.

But for now, I am really happy. I am going to get all my stuff that’s been locked up in a storage space in Connecticut for the last year or so. My stuff! YES! I am very excited. And my son will get a big-boy bed and his very own (huge) room. And there are functioning DOORS that close all the way (it’s the little things, people), and we’re right next to the Hudson River (with a view of the water!)…and they will accept our lovable lump of a hound. Hurray!

So now we have to buy stuff…I know, I know, all this talk about living without and how good it is for your psyche…yeah, just get me into an IKEA stat and we’ll talk about a happy psyche. The thing is when we left we got rid of a lot of essential items (bed, sofa, TV, dresser), so with the exception of a few prized possessions and family heirlooms, we’re starting from scratch. And while I’d love to scour flea markets and pick through curbside castoffs on garbage night (yes, I’m serious), a) I don’t really have time for that and b) there’s this little bedbug thing going on in NYC right now. Umm, yeah. Which makes the whole thrifting adventure not so much an adventure as an exercise in avoiding insect infestation on your person and in your new home. Yikers.

The truth is it’s been really hard to move around so much, especially when it’s not just you, but your whole family with a kid and a dog. I know home is where the heart is, but sometimes your heart needs to be in one place for awhile and just BE. I’m really looking forward to having a place that we can decorate the way we want and enjoy just living in as a family as opposed to living with other people’s stuff or being afraid to buy anything that will put us over the weight limit with the airline!

So, forgive me for not posting about my latest culinary delights in the next few days as my mind is racing and my fingers are clicking all over the internet looking for inspiration and things to buy and cooking takes a back seat — aaaah, I just remembered:  My pans! My knives! My dishes! I’m coming for you, my darlings…

Instead, I’m proposing a whole “before & after” series of posts. As you can see over to the right, I have a serious addiction to design blogs and also enjoy peering into people’s apartments (which is really easy and fun to do in NYC). So in the next few weeks, why not do some sneak peeks at the new Whisk It Good HQ? Oooh, this is going to be fun.

I’m off to go look at rugs (to cover the heinous parquet floors; you’ll see). Have a great holiday weekend and see you next week!

Homeless…

So we’ve been subletting this bachelor’s pad (did I mention the full bar he left? and the fact that the contents of the fridge included the following: bloody mary mix, multiple jars of olives stuffed with multiple items, tonic, margarita mix, capers and a full and expired bottle of flax seed oil? Interesting. I think that’s all four of the food groups, no?)

Long story short, we thought we had another month to sort out our lives. You know, because sorting out your life usually takes about a month, right? Alas, we got the boot (they rented the place out from under us) and now we’re, well, homeless. Mind you, we do have a week before they toss us out to the curb, but it ain’t that easy to find a place that takes really well-mannered beagles (yes, I realized “well-mannered” is a bit of a stretch here), kids and people like us (that is, dog-owner, vagabond types).

Plus, are we staying in NYC? Are we going to Thailand? Are we going somewhere else that’s easier to transport that well-mannered beagle to? What in God’s name ARE we doing?

Am I panic-stricken? Just a touch, but I’m out at my friend Carolyn’s house in New Jersey enjoying her pool on a really hot day and as they say in New York (and New Jersey as well, for that matter), What are you gonna do? We’ll find something; it’ll work out. Things usually do.

Wish me luck. x