When I was an Urban Pioneer...
I remember my first New York City apartment. It was 1981 and the lower east side was a very different place. There was no Gap. there certainly was no Whole Foods. Those were the most glorious three hundred square feet with a kitchenette complete with a bathtub smack in the middle of it. Today we call them walk in closets. Back then they were called living rooms. All we ate came from the corner bodega and the only people selling anything organic disappeared when the police came near.
We all had a love hate relationship with the city that lives to this day. We loved knowing that we could get a pizza at three in the morning, although no one we knew ever did it. We loved that we could find anything on the street, even though ‘real’ New Yorkers never bought on the street).
We scoffed at the bridge and tunnel crowd that clamored into the city every weekend, never in a million years imagining that a few short years later, that would be us.
Those of us that are NY transplants fondly recall the way we lived, and for the life of us can’t imagine how we ever did it.
There are many reasons to consider not living in the city, while staying close enough to commute to work daily, or simply romp on occasion.
Whether it’s the insane apartment prices, ridiculous co-op boards, stratospheric maintenance, parking or lack thereof, trying to raise a family, having elbow room, having a yard, or for altogether different reasons, many people decide to move out!
Brooklyn is certainly attractive, but the value proposition is just not there. Any place you’d want to live will still cost you a kidney in the black market. You want a great community, you want great public schools, you want it all!
Welcome to the GARDEN STATE, or in this case, embrace your inner bridge and tunnel.