bymariandrew Goodbye home 😭! I was feeling a bit silly about how sad I’ve been to move from my sweet apartment in the East Village (photos by
@yuvsees ) to a new apartment in a new neighborhood. I’ve done much bigger moves before—this isn’t that dramatic!
But my wise wonderful friend
@matthiasroberts reminded me that a minor move can still be intense because you miss such small specific things about the world you’ve created within a city.
“Moving neighborhoods is a BIG deal and I imagine brings up so so so much. Like, deeply introspective, melancholy, holy walks of saying goodbye to familiar friendly buildings and trees,” he said.
Yes! That!! Familiar buildings and trees! Park bench dedications and a light pink hydrangea bush and the guy who sits on my neighbor’s stoop reading Anna Karenina, etc.
My therapist recently told me, “I know you’re pretty spiritual, so maybe it would help you to do some kind of ceremony to thank your apartment for being your home.” I was like MA’AM I’M TEN STEPS AHEAD OF YOU :) I thanked every corner and every wall during a dance of gratitude, asking them to lovingly hold the next person who lives there…it got weird. But I’m certain that every loss and transition—no matter how minor—deserves ritual. (Dance optional.)
Thank you, home, for cheering me in the mornings and soothing me at night, and for being a sanctuary of healing, love, joy, and solitude. Thank you, gorgeous perfect East Village, for being first chapter of my NYC story.
Next chapter: A Mari Grows in Brooklyn 💛