Step by Step...

 I've always been a piecemeal mover - in California I would take car-fuls of my belongings from old apartment to new, over the course of afternoons and evenings, until everything but the big furniture was moved. Then I'd enlist the help of my parents and friends with trucks (the typical irritating request) and ta-da, I'd be moved! I never used professional movers. Now that I'm in New York, I have arranged with a moving company to come and be paid to relocate my heavy furniture. But old habits die hard and, while I am fully aware that I am paying these men with a truck good money to move all the belongings in my room, I still took a few boxes over this morning - in a taxi, lugging them up the block because a trash truck was blocking the taxi's ability to get right up in front of my building. But it feels good to be keeping at least a little bit of independence in moving, that I can depend mostly on myself to make these sorts of changes in my life. Yes, I understand that depending on oneself extends to arranging with professionals to move belongings. Still.

And, here, I provide for you photos of the home I will be residing in as of Saturday morning. These were taken by my broker, and they are as accurate as can be, even though New York brokers have an incredible ability to make even the tightest spaces look roomy and bright. Still, this is it - home sweet home! All 10 feet x12 feet of it. A blank canvas for me to make my own.