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It's not worth it!

October 16, 2004 By pia

Every time I have surgery (not often) or a close family member dies (again not often) or something happens (often) that makes me want to be reclusive or forces me to be, my 600 square feet of prime Manhattan (Upper West Side) real estate floods.

I already have a trap door in my bedroom and keep the pipes for the bathroom exposed–though it’s out of the bathroom and behind the TV unit–so I couldn’t see the water coming out. Could smell it; thought it was coming from a building next door where they are constantly renovating the already renovated penthouse terrace.

Life’s complicated enough. My home’s supposed to be my sanctuary. But it’s not. My dumb ass coop board sends memos saying “be vigilant,” as if we have control over the pipes. My building has three mortgages; I thought one of them would go to replace the pipes on my line which are known to be all over the place (including under the floor boards) and constructed or reconstructed badly.

Of course they don’t know which apartment the leak is emanating from. I wanted to spend the day reading and writing. Instead once again I feel like an interloper in my own apartment.

I should put it on the market and make an outrageous sum of money, but due to obligations I have to stay in New York for another year and a half at least.

Then I feel stupid for reacting so miserably when people have real problems that aren’t solved with a wrench and new caulking. But I haven’t had a real meal in eight days and I’m kind of feeling testy.

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I live in the South, not South Florida, a few blocks from the ocean, and two blocks from the main street. It's called Main Street. Amazes me too.

I'm from New York. I mostly lived in the Mid-Upper East Side, and the heart of the Upper West Side. It amazes me when people talk about how scared they were of Times Square in the 1970's and 1980's.

As my mother said: "know the streets, look out and you'll be fine."

What was scary was the invasion of the crack dens into "good buildings in good 'hoods." And the greedy landlords who did everything they could to get good tenants out of buildings.

I'm a Long Island girl, and proud of it now.
Then I hated everything about the suburbs. Yet somehow I lived in a few great Long Island Sound towns after high school.

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