So, our lease is up at the end of May and since we’ve been coexisting in less than 600 sq. feet for almost three years now, we’re ready to take it to the next level… a two bedroom! But where? That is the question. We have been flirting with several neighborhoods in Brooklyn, then started thinking about staying in Manhattan – maybe Chelsea (easy commute for Adam), then we decided we’d start looking on the Upper West Side… parks, more space… we even told our broker we wanted to start there.
And then today I met a friend for lunch in the Cobble Hill/Brooklyn Heights neighborhood and I was totally feeling the pull of Brooklyn. There are those cute little side streets with charming brownstones, tons of restaurants, the buildings aren’t too tall – it’s quaint, cozy and still has that funky vibe that I love in the East Village. After lunch, I got on the F train to head home, but instead of getting off the train at 2nd Avenue, I felt compelled to stay on. I switched trains twice and went all the way up to 110th street and then I walked…for about forty blocks…just to get the feel of the Upper West Side. And you know what? It didn’t feel quite right. The streets are so wide up there and there are lots of tallish buildings and none of the restaurants looked cozy and appealing to me! I’m such a downtown girl. Oye vey. I’ve been craving change for years and now that change is a few months away, I feel paralyzed with indecision! What’s a girl to do? (All good and exciting problems to have… I know…I know.)
Well, for now I’m going to post my photo from yesterday and then go plop on the couch to watch some TV because my feet hurt from walking so much.