I woke up this morning in our first apartment on the Lower East Side. Packing and unpacking last night in a frenzy, I made an effort to prepare my lemons, and set my coffee and mug out in preparation for my morning routine. Already, there’s a lift in my spirit in this place—and I can’t tell if it’s the apartment itself, or the fact that I get to write about moving forward with this experience again.
Two lucky sisters!
There are parts to this experience that feel like the stars aligned exactly at the right time for us. Where in one moment, we think we have a knot in the plan, and the next moment the world answers back with a solve...