It’s amazing the way things can just fall into place.
We’re making progress on this little ‘goodbye new york, hello california’ checklist of ours. Last week I found movers and David reserved a giant, yellow Penske truck, which we’ll barrel cross country with all of our things. This week we’re out in San Francisco scouting for somewhere to unload it all in just a few weeks. If that doesn’t work out, there’s corporate housing as Plan B. On Monday I’ll order moving supplies and when the boxes arrive the inevitable packing ritual will officially begin. It’s all clockwork so far.
The only thing we were stressed about was finding someone to take over our lease. And if you’ve ever paid Manhattan rent, starring down the barrel of thousands a month, you know what I mean. The great thing about New York though is it is generally full of people as desperate to move in as you are to move out. Somehow these things usually line up. So when we called a broker to set the ball in motion and she brought the sweetest British couple by on that same day, two days off their flight from Manchester, and they decided to take it, let me tell you…huge sigh of relief!
On another (entirely unsolicited) note, if anyone needs a good broker in NYC, I have to recommend Jennifer Royse. Brokers have such a bad reputation here, but this girl has been amazing. Communicative, straight forward, professional, and really friendly. She’s the only one I’ve met here, and we’ve met a lot, who actually seems worth the fee. So if you’re looking for a non-shady broker, feels like an oxymoron to say, but there you go!