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Jun
17
2009

So we moved.

As the movers pulled away in their truck, I whispered, “Wait. Don’t leave me. Take me back to the city with you. Please.”

And then I turned to Rick and said, “I want to go home.”

And then I started crying.

Because my home doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just an empty apartment. That someone else now owns.

We are creating a new home here. One that is currently obscured by 726 unopened boxes. Moving is like childbirth. You just don’t remember how bad it actually is until you spend an hour and a half trying to find your toothbrush.

Luckily, my dad showed up to help.

Last summer, he spent two weeks vacationing in Southern Italy with us.

This summer, well, he gets to help us unpack. Whatever. I’ll give him a glass of red wine and some pasta. He’ll barely notice the difference.

When the movers were here, I was kind of hoping it would be like that Sesame Street book where all the neighbors see the truck and come out to greet the new folks on the block.

Yeah… that didn’t quite happen. It’s no biggie. I’m sure Oprah was on or something. They are probably just saving their energy for the big surprise “welcome the new neighbors” block party this weekend.ย  I’m going to go check my front stoop again for a homemade pound cake.

Thank goodness for my ONE friend here who calls constantly and dropped off take-out menus. No, there’s no sushi delivery.ย  So obviously I’m now trying to convince Rick to open up a little sushi delivery side business.

I had a very difficult time sleeping the first night. I missed my girls who stayed with my in-law’s during the move. And it was dark. And quiet. Damn. I know that sound machine is around here somewhere.

I did make my first trip to my local Whole Foods.

kelcey shopping in suburbs

I drove. I parked. I went in. I shopped. I paid. I loaded up the car. I left.

It was so darn easy.

And a little strange.

Ok, I’m headed back outside to check for that pound cake again. Or maybe some red velvet cupcakes. Or maybe just a note, welcoming us to the neighborhood.

I may have to settle for the kids across the street who yelled out, “Hi new people!”

mama bird notes

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55 Responses to my first night in the suburbs

  • Jennifer H says:

    I would bake you a pound cake from scratch and leave it on your doorstep. Or Entenman’s would make it, but I would definitely bring it over.

    Wishing you all the best while you settle in and get used to the quiet. I have a feeling that watching the girls play in the yard will make up a little bit for no sushi delivery. (Okay, that’s a big leap, but it was worth a shot). ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • Kirsten says:

    Yeah. Moving sucks. Good luck finding your toothbrush. I’m still looking for all my makeup. I finally went out a bought all new stuff today. I’m sure that means I will find it all tomorrow.

  • Cat says:

    If I tell you it’s been over a year and we barely talk to our would you believe me?
    If you do find some friendly ones could you please ask if they have any relatives in CA?

  • jessica Bern says:

    I’m that neighbor who always welcomes you. No poundcake but a sincere hello and if there is anything I can do for you, let me know” Welcome Kelcey. Can’t wait to see the new place when Phoebe and I come back

  • Francesca says:

    Heartache. It’s not just moving to the ‘burbs. It’s leaving THE city. THE best and only city. The original city. On the upside… if you can make it there(and you did,) you can make it anywhere.

  • Portia says:

    See Kelcey…If you had moved to Montclair… just kidding. I think you’ll grow to love your new place. Tell Rick to whip out the BBQ and you’ll forget all about that beautiful apartment with the exposed brick wall and celebrity neighbors in the West village. Perhaps SJP will relocate to your block. THEN you’ll have your welcome party!
    btw Blue Bunny….yum yum yum

  • Welcome to the Burbs! (Isn’t that the name of a bad movie?) It is an adjustment. Frankly I find the horns, sirens, garbage trucks, shouting drunks of the city alluring and calming, but after a while you’ll enjoy the peepers and the birds and the crickets too!

    Happy Unpacking!

  • BrooklynBaby says:

    Now you’ve done it. Pound cake and Blue Bunny and it’s not even 8am. Wait, I’ll buy some blue berries and that’ll make it all healthy. Good luck with the unpacking and enjoy your new life in your new home!
    (Is there always gonna be a pop math quiz from now on? That’s way too much pressure).

  • I think one of the things I missed most when we moved here to this home was the “Welcome Committee” that showed up almost as soon as the movers left, back in Cape Elizabeth. No such thing here.

    You’ll settle in, in no time and we’ll be regaled with tales of noisy birds, squirrels and other ‘burb realities.

  • Terra says:

    I would bring you a cake if you lived closer! Maybe your new neighbors are just afraid of your ultra coolness? The lack of delivery stinks

  • Diane says:

    Mama Bird has a glorious new nest! Congratulations on your beautiful home – may this season of life be as adventurous and wonderful as your last. And funny – I promise that life in the burbs offers some truth that is much stranger than fiction.

  • Robyn says:

    When your Dad is done at your place, could you send him to mine? I moved 4 years ago and still have some boxes that need unpacking.

    Advice: DON’T be like me!!!!

  • christy says:

    I hope your neighbors do throw you a block party…but maybe they’re intimated by the emmy. I’m sure Rick’s already got it in the front window, right? ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • Becky says:

    every neighborhood is so different. When we bought our first home in Michigan the neighbors barely noticed that new people moved in and the in the 3 years that we lived there I only met 2 neighbors. Now, this new neighborhood that we live in in Pennsylvania is wonderful. People came in droves to welcome us. I had more cookies and brownies from the neighbors that I actually had to throw some out there was too much to eat. You never know what you are going to get. Good luck in the new home. You will be surprised how fast is becomes “yours”. In a month or two you will wonder why you didn’t do this sooner.

  • Elizabeth says:

    Ugh, I felt sick to my stomach for you. I remember crying after I sold my house and saying, “Ronnie, I want to go home!” Irreversible decisions are really tough. Human nature is to want to be able to change our minds. The kids will be excited about exploring and that should make it easier! When me moved to Jersey and didn’t know a soul we just did an outing to see the sights every day and pretty soon we felt like we were home. If I won Blue Bunny I would drive to your house and eat a gallon with you. For reals!

  • Diana says:

    It could be worse, you could live near the real housewives of New Jersey! Yikes! Take a break from moving and watch the finale! A little bad TV is even better than pound cake… you’ll be great!

  • Daphne says:

    My neighbor brought over a home-made cake yesterday, give it some time–I’m sure you’re neighbors are just getting their ingredients together to whip up something fabulous.

  • MN Mama says:

    There are kids across the street! I think that is fantastic! I am sure you will meet their mom soon. Hang in there friend. I will say a few prayers for you today!

  • Becky says:

    I’m commenting again just so I can do the simple math that’s needed to post a comment. HOW FUN IS THIS?!??!

    18! The answer is 18!!!!!

  • tracey says:

    This is where it’s great that it’s summertime. Go to the park. Go to the pool. Walk around the block and SAY HELLO. And tell them your name. AND where you live. Most people do want to be your friend, but aren’t going to make extreme overtures to mob you. Also make it known that you don’t know the area and if someone has suggestions, you’d be happy for the help. We suburbanites love to help with suggestions on stores, fun spots, etc. Even if you know where to go, still ask.

    Also, knock on your neighbors’ doors and say “Hi, I just moved in and I’m sorry to bother you but I can’t find our blah blah blah. Can I borrow yours?” It’s a great ice breaker. I remember when our neighbors moved in a few years ago, I waited until the van was gone and then raced over there with a card that had our names, phone # and address on it. And when the mom said she was a SAHM I literally squealed with relief and joy. My neighbor still laughs about it…

  • Lucy says:

    hang in there kelcey! this is the hard part but it will get better! dylan and summer are going to love it! and the city will always be here for you. let us know when you are up for visitors and playdates and i’ll bring you a pound cake!

  • Sandrine says:

    Glad you brought Brooklyn with you…good luck with the new place and unpacking. It took me about a year and I think there is still one box in a closet that I just can’t deal with after 3 years…

  • francine Kasen says:

    Really!? Bree didn’t show up with a basket of MUFFINS? And Gabby hasn’t let you try on her runway leftovers? And Lynette hasn’t invited you to share mojitos on her porch with Susan? And Edie hasn’t offered to wash your car in a bikini? (oh yeah, poor Edie, RIP) Give us your address and we’ll be right over to take care of you!

  • Nancy Walton says:

    If you could make a move from NYC to the wilds of Montana as a single,vibrant, 20-something urban girl and not only live to tell about it, but leave with many of the locals feeling so badly because they were losing you to the point of giving you thoughtful, meaningful gifts like their precious, deer antlers, (remember?) you’ll survive this move too! In a couple of years when they’ve had the lemonade stand on the sidewalk, the bike-riding with the other kids around the neighborhood and backyard birthday parties experiences, your kids will thank you for doing it! Hang in there City Girl; there are adventures – and more than one pound cake – coming your way!

  • Inna says:

    Let me just check, you actually talked to your neighbors in the city? Cause I’m the only one who says hi to other people on my floor. Everyone else acts super uncomfortable if you run into them in front of the elevator, or while leaving your apt.
    I hope you find some awesome neighbors soon! And if not, I’m with Diana, TV is a great cure. ๐Ÿ™‚
    ps – what’s with the math at the bottom of the screen? Couldn’t it be something simpler? cause I’m not very good at math… hehe

  • johanna says:

    Congrats on the new place and making the adventure. So many new and exciting things to look forward to for you.

  • Mrs4444 says:

    Oh, Man Up, ya big baby! JK JK You’re going to be very happy there. And besides, from my experience, people are just as stuck up private in NY suburbs as they are in the city; you’ll hardly know you’ve moved. (except for the quiet, but that’s a good thing, right?)

  • erinb says:

    The only welcome I got from my neighbors was when the lady across the street backed into my car that I had parked on the street for 30 min while we were moving things in the garage…she fled the scene, I had to have the cops come and track her down-she denied hitting me until they threatened to take paint samples from the back of her car. And she blamed me for parking in the street. We have never spoken and she never said sorry but at least she had insurance…hmmm…was that not a good story to tell??? ๐Ÿ™‚

  • Valerie says:

    I think the house is perfect, and I know all the Moms in town will want to be your friend, and their kids will want to be friends with your girls. Perhaps you can get the Blue Bunny people to send you a shipment and you can pull a switcheroo and deliver a pint to all your neighbors as a way to meet them? Hang in there Kelcey, I think the move will be worth it!

  • Oz says:

    A year or so after we moved in to our house (sans poundcake), a new neighbor told us about the great welcome basket they’d gotten. I was so bummed. The welcome basket neighbors skipped us. It got me all fired up to become the new welcome basket neighbor who creates baskets even better than the one we didn’t get. I always intend to do a basket, but I’m lucky if I remember to leave a note.

  • Kristin says:

    Just think of all the extra room you now have. I always dreaded packing, but loved unpacking and organizing. Although – 726 boxes was it? Hmmmm – have to rethink this one. Maybe some Blue Bunny ice cream would help.

    Say the word and I would love to help you!

  • Amy says:

    Maybe the pound cake leavers are letting you get settled in. Know our new neighbor just moved in today and no way in heck am I going to interrupt the hellish task of settling in! Seriously. We know how busy a time it is!

  • Megan says:

    Good luck Kelcey! I’ll bring homemade cupcakes when I visit or would you prefer brownies? You’ll have an adjustment period, but I think you’ll grow to love the suburbs too…just give it time.

  • Dixie Chick says:

    I EXPECTED northernors to say hello or just wave back to this transplanted southernor years ago. Those expectations were never met.
    We gave a nice basket to welcome neighbors across the street, they have ignored us ever since as well as the rest of the street. We picked the wrong people to be friendly to and they don’t even wave! Hang in there it will take time.

  • Lanie says:

    Any pound cake yet? I would bring you some if I could but I guess pound cake from someone you already know sort of defeats the friendly neighbor angle. I did send you sushi. . . Great post!


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