I admit, It’s hard for me to indulge myself. I feel badly about it. When I started looking for apartments in Seattle, I told my “broker,” (my friend Lora, who has a knack for finding great places) that I was only willing to spend $900. It seemed reasonable. When I left Seattle three years ago, I was paying $775 or so.
But Amazon has taken over the Puget Sound region and real estate prices are nearing New York averages. So I upped my budget. And again. But I got an amazing place. It’s in a fantastic location, which was ideal for me since I’ll be working from home a lot. It has vaulted ceilings, and bonus windows, which let in a ton of light. It’s roomy enough for a home office. I would have gone crazy working from home in a studio. That’s why I seldom did it in New York, even though I had the option.
Making the move even easier was the “bonus” I received for leaving my job. (“You’re going to pay me NOT to work here? Don’t mind if I do.”) It’s covering the cost of furnishings the place. Though thanks to my parents and friends, I don’t have to buy much more than furniture.
Even though I can afford this apartment and furnishing it, I feel guilty. I don’t really need all this space. I could have lived elsewhere and saved a lot. If I had a smaller place, I wouldn’t spend so much on furniture. I survived just fine with minimal stuff in Manhattan.
I’m so grateful. Not just for the money to move. That is nice, but I’m more thankful for the many, many people in my life who helped make it possible. My sister and her husband gave me a car. My parents flew to New York to help me carry the last of my stuff and my cat out. They also gave me a place to stay and work for a couple weeks. My friend Pam let me ship all my boxes to her place. Then she lovingly delivered them to my new place on Friday. Tara has been collecting dishes, lamps and other items for me, so I don’t have to buy them all new. She also helped me find a job. My cousin Denise and friend Chris offered to help. Betsy, Chris, Chad, Lora and Janice all held onto stuff for me while I was in New York — even though I stayed two years longer than I told them it would be. My aunt and uncle housed me and my cat for nearly a month! They gave me hugs when I needed them and fed me dinner.
I’m feeling so very loved and humbled by it all. Thank you!
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.