A new leaf

I've now erased the first sentence of this post for the fifth time, because where do you really begin when you're trying to gently talk about big life changes. I know I've never gotten too personal on here, but it would be impossible not to share my bittersweet move to a new apartment. It's my sixth (!!!) apartment in NYC now, but it's the very first one that's truly my own. And that's super liberating, exciting, and terrifying. The last time I lived "on my own" was a dorm room sophomore year of college where someone with a larger arm span could touch the ends of the room (and I lived off oatmeal because what else can you make when you have just a sink and a microwave).

I'm taking it a bit slow with the decor of this one. Partially because I'm forced to – I'll be traveling a ton in the next few weeks with little time to catch my breath in between. (And also because all the good stuff is on a 10-12 week delivery frame, sheesh.) It's a charming space with great light, as you may have seen on Instagram already.



So here I am, turning over a new leaf. (I had to do it.)

A few more snapshots of nooks of the space and my very first visitor (who happens to be my interior decorator – definitely more to come on that).

Here's to fresh starts and new chances.