Tag: moving
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Five Things / Five Years
Well, dear readers, I’ve reached yet another New York City milestone. Yes, it is again time to pack up all my things and move them into yet another apartment, my third in this city. I loathe moving — or at least, I loathe the way it happens here in Brooklyn. Maybe outside our supposedly cosmopolitan…
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Bless Your Heart, New York: A Room of One’s Own
Dear New York, I feel like we need to talk. You and I got off to a rocky start, I know. You were cold and distant, maybe I didn’t try hard enough, but the point is we had finally settled into a groove. Not exactly a fairy tale romance, but things were going alright. Then,…
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10 Things I Forgot I Owned, and Other Adventures in Moving
Lovely people of the internets, I have officially moved! This past Saturday I bid a bittersweet farewell to my beloved Bushwick, and I and my books made our way to the also lovely, but as of yet largely unexplored, Crown Heights. This whole process has been discombobulating and stressful in a zillion ways (bless your…
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Lights in August
A new month brings many new beginnings here at Zelda and Scout. Zelda has bid farewell to our beloved Bushwick and started a new chapter in Crown Heights. Scout is adding a new roomie (and her puppy!) to the mix. And as we approach this blog’s first birthday, we’re spending a lot of time thinking…
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Letters to July
This post was inspired by YouTuber Emily Diana Ruth’s series, “Letters to July.” You can watch this year’s series, as well as 2013 and 2014, on her channel. Dear July, I heard lots of other people were writing to you, so I thought I’d give it a go. I’ve never been the most reliable pen…
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Home is Where the Throw Pillows Are
I woke up excited one morning this week. The sky was blue, the leaves were wilting into gold, and for the first time this year, the air had that crisp bite that signaled the beginning of my favorite season. I love fall. I love the changing leaves and cozy afternoons in coffee shops, the sweaters…
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Where is Le Métro? (On Moving to New York)
In many ways, I still consider myself a newbie to New York. I had visited the city several times before moving here, sepia-toned weekends full of Central Park rowboats and rooftop prosecco, Broadway shows and hotel room parties and long afternoons at the Strand. So I had a vague sense of what I thought life…
