9 years ago this weekend I moved to New York City! My little brother helped us move here with out little bouncing baby girl. Ironically, he is here visiting again this weekend, now with a wife!
A snapshot of 2002:
Our first 2 BR apartment EVER in our marriage, costing double what our apartment cost in Chicago.
A new baby girl who was just transitioning to her crib, forced back into bed with us as we could only afford 1 air conditioner, so we put it in the bedroom. While Sam visited he slept on the wood floor of that room to stay cool.
100 degree weather while we moved into our 2nd floor (not too bad) walk-up.
No job. No prospects. We ate a lot of turkey sandwiches from the Best #1 deli across the street, prayed, interviewed, auditioned, and took solace in being parents to our baby girl who was unaware of our internal strife.
Fast forward to 2011:
9 years later! We have jobs! Well, I’m currently unemployed, but that’s most days of the year.
We moved twice since that apartment and have our first mortgage!
2 bouncing big girls!
Rarely do we buy a turkey deli sandwich.
We have had all sorts of adversity, learned so many lessons, had amazing friends come and go.
9 years has been quite a journey, and gone by too fast.
To think, in 9 more Phoebe will start her own journey…