We've received the returned end lease agreement from our current landlord and it seems we both agree that it's time for C. and I to move to a new place. Their need to raise the rent a whopping 5.5% was too much for my husband's blood pressure. That's just a mighty big raise in these times. Both of our offices are now operating out of Westchester County, so it looks like our city living days are soon to be behind us.
There are things that I'll miss about the city and there are things that I won't miss at all.
- Of course, I understand that the readers of this blog will certainly miss the continuing announcements of where we are in the mouse v. us situation. Every time we think we have those punks conquered, they're back. So I won't miss that.
- I will miss the mile high ceilings and the excellent lay out of the space in this apartment - my exposed brick wall, the rarest thing that is my NYC dishwasher.
- I won't miss my upstairs neighbors. I heard them leave at around 10 AM this morning and their dog (a mastiff) in our no pets building, has been barking his head off since the second the door closed. It's 5:13 PM as I type this post. I hope to goodness he's also chewing up their sofa. I'm so tired of the sadness of his woof.
- I will miss Russo's, their fresh pasta and mozzarella cheese is to.die.for.
- I will not miss paying the parking garage hundreds a month to beat the ever living crap out of my car. We brought the car in looking spanking new; it is not leaving that way.
- I will miss the ease of getting into the city. The F from Park Slope is pretty good.
- I will not miss walking twelve blocks each way to the grocery store.
- I will miss the incredible delivery that's available here.
I could go on and on. There are big swings in what I love and hate about city life. We're moving to a place where needs will be met much easier. Places with more living space for less money, new fixtures and things like private garages that are included in your rent, but we do give up the city and a lot the good things that come with city living. I guess we'll have to see how it goes, but I have a feeling that the suburbia girl is going to be headed to familiar surroundings 14 miles north of Manhattan.
For now, this is all the news that's fit to knit.