Justin Timberlake is moving to New York City. We're moving out. Not because we don't want to be neighbors with JTimb, but because, well, after eight-and-a-half years, we've had enough. At least for a while.
Case in point: Timberlake just paid $5.25 million for a downtown condo. We just got a 3-bedroom apartment in downtown Kansas City for $750 month. It has a porch and a claw-foot tub and a butler's pantry and a fire place and China cabinets built into the dining room. But the fact that our bed will no longer be our office is not the only reason we're going.
If you'll allow us to switch to the ever-so-personal, "I" and over share for a bit...
The time has come for me to say goodbye to the city I've called home for eight years. I spent the entire Bush administration in New York, and guess what? Now that Barack Obama has been elected President, I'm no longer afraid of the Midwest. Plus, I went home to do promotion for the book and fell in love. I've grown a lot in eight years, and so has Kansas City. I saw buses with bike racks!
When I left at 18, I was fleeing my Meth-ridden hometown of Independence (a suburb of KC) and a foreseeable future as a knocked up bank teller with dark roots and sweat pants. I can safely say I've evaded that path in life and I'm now free to live out my fantasy of residing in an amazing apartment in the urban center of a not so urban place (a place that's constantly changing, for the better).
I'll be using all of my new space to continue my freelance writing career (and my job at Scanner!), and I feel like having more mental and physical space will really open me up to write the things I've wanted to write for a long time.
This is not to say I'm not scared to death. I'm scared of falling off the face of the Earth, and I'm just plain scared to leave. New York sucked me in and promised to never let me go. And that freaked me out; I'm not ready for the lifetime commitment. I certainly don't want to be that lady on the subway (those of you who live in the city know who I'm talking about).
Lucky for me, as Gawker so famously pointed out last year, Kansas City is the new Greenpoint—which is where I currently reside. I will find out if this is true and report back. Who knows? Maybe I'll hate it there and return to the original Greenpoint. But I'm going to give it a year. And I secretly hope I'm starting the movement to New York. Go West, young New Yorkers!
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