New York Apartment Hunting.

Man. Have these last few weeks flown by or what? I'll be honest, I don't know where they went. Between the holidays and our crazy New York move coming up, I feel like all I did was blink and all of the sudden it was somehow the end of January.  WAHHHH!!! I DON'T wanna leave my FAMILY! I've been throwing baby fits... big bawling baby fits.  Last night was the first night in a while that I haven't gone to sleep crying.  The night before that, it wasn't pretty... let's just say the main point I NEEDED to prove to Blake during this breakdown was that I was never going to find a lot of friends in New York, and that none of my new friends would do prank calls with me.  I even stopped midway through this breakdown and thought about my age, and then rolled over and went right back to howling and kicking under my covers.  I know you're all thinking it. Poor Blake.

Also, does anyone have as much stuff as I do? Holy crap. Where does this stuff come from. My beautiful Mommy decided to help me clean out my closet today.  Let's just say there was stuff in there from the 8th grade.  Am I a HOARDER??? I seriously got rid of two HUGE garbage bags full of clothing.  Oh and not to mention this is round THREE of cleaning out the closet.  Two bigger garbage bags before that.  Four FULL garbage bags? I can't think of it.  I am a hoarder, I might have another breakdown.  My mom assured me that I couldn't be a hoarder because I was getting rid of all of it.  I hope she is right.  

I have to get rid of all of these things because our lovely apartment in New York, is a studio... it truly is lovely, but it is pretty small and less is more there.  Literally.  The lady living in the apartment before us had enough furniture to start a small furniture store, yuck.  Crowded, cluttered, it was good to see because now I know I don't want to be like that. 

Apartment hunting was crazy.  I'm tired thinking about it.  We walked ALL day long for four straight days.  My back hurt, my butt hurt (probably shouldn't be complaining about a sore butt), my hips hurt, EVERYTHING hurt.  I was quite whiny by the fourth day, so we are lucky that is the day that we chose our apartment.  I love it.  I think it will be cozy and cute. 

Since I didn't have the best experience this summer (our apartment was a dive) Blake was more than willing to get the perfect place, hence the four day marathon trek.  We accomplished our goal and ended up with the perfect place.  The building has a pool, gym, lounge, and rooftop deck.  Now I really don't have an excuse not to work out.  But wait, wont I already be walking like a million miles a day in NYC anyway? oh great.. there is my excuse.  No don't worry. This body is going to be beach ready- for Coney Island this summer!! Ahahah. I even made myself laugh.  If you know what Coney Island is- you would laugh to.  It's like the closest beach in Manhattan... and totally ghetto.  But a beach none the less.

Well, I'll close with a picture of my man. Wooo hoo, sweatin'.. this man is fine....This is at Tom's Diner - where they used to film Seinfeld.