:: One lateral move, one vertical move ::

Monday, July 18, 2005

This weekend I moved apartments, leaving my cozy 2nd floor Alphabet City breadbox for a Tribeca share six stories higher. I lost one roommate, added two more, and am finally able to sleep in a room where touching two opposite walls with only one's hands outstretched is impossible - once, that is, the remaining wall is constructed. I spent 3.5 years at my old location, longer than any one place since high school, and even then by a matter of only a few months.

I gripe often, though not often in this space, about the city, the borough, and the neighborhood, but it is undeniable that I developed a strong attachment for that little corner of the island. It is an excellent substrate for growing the first timid tendrils of adulthood without the Miracle-Grow of a mortgage or even car payments. For every adorable puppy in the dog park urging you to let domesticity curl up in your lap and lick your face (there is no way to domesticate another breed without doing so to oneself; even the most absentee of landlords is diligent enough to collect rent) a happy-hour game of Big Buck Hunter beckons with which you can blurrily beat back responsibility. There are also pretty gardens.

And just when you thought nostalgia for things only a few days removed couldn't get thicker, my company moved offices on the exact same day, from the old location where I worked even longer than I'd lived in my old apartment. My entire adult working life (I dare not say career) was spent there, and leaving it will take some getting used to, though I am happy to report I have not developed a comparable affinity for my work neighborhood. I am unhappy, therefore, to report we have not left it, moving only seven blocks uptown.

Posted by morland @ 03:18 PM

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