To commemorate four years of blogging, I’m sharing a few of my very first posts from TNYL. In 2011, I had a tiny audience with only a handful of readers. Today, Tracy’s New York Life continues to grow and reach thousands of fans around the globe. Thank you for reading.
When I made my big move to the even bigger city, I had little time to focus on all the life adjustments I would need to make immediately upon my arrival. I’d have to transition from living in a spacious house to living in 950 square feet with the same cohabitants: my not-so-neat husband, a large, somewhat smelly of a dog, and two high-maintenance felines who enjoy spreading their coats on my fine fabrics. All that was a given. But what about the other adjustments that come with living in New York City? Would I be able to conquer my fears enough to live in a high-rise, ride in an elevator daily, and handle a more than eight million people?
While packing up our 2,800 square foot castle in Atlanta, all of my attention went into what would go where and how it would get there. I was focused on what I would need to sell, what I would have space for, and what I would need to leave by the curb for the taking. Would the furniture fit in our cozy new digs? Yikes, what if my two sofas our already small living space? Would the colors work? What if Mike slaved away painting the master bedroom deep turquoise and I hated it once I arrived?
Mike moved ahead of me to start his job. I had just six weeks before I would join him, and I had too much to think about during this short window. As you can see, I didn’t give much thought to the additional lifestyle changes I’d have to make once I got to NYC. But after I moved into our Upper East Side nest, I was forced to adapt, and quickly.
New York is a high-rise capital. I couldn’t help but ask how living on a high floor would affect me. Could I adjust to my new, vertical living situation? Would I like it? Or, would my fear of heights set in?
My next phobia was fear of closed-in places. How did I conquer it? By riding the dreaded elevator every single day. (Climbing 29 flights several times within a 24-hour-period is more of a workout than I like.) I remember avoiding elevators at all costs in my pre-NYC life –– I always took the stairs. But in my new-found life, I had no choice. Elevators are a regular part of day-to-day living in New York City.
Paranoia? I am the queen. So you may ask, “Why would I move to a city with more than eight million and crazy people in every corner?” How do I handle it? Headphones. Plus, walking in the city is not only my comfort, but my stress relief and a daily routine rolled into one. And, by the way, crazy is relative. I could be as bonkers as that guy walking around town with a cat on his head. (This person really exists.)