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Journey BlogFriday Crossroads

October 3, 2007 By pia

The really rich move into 6 million dollars apartments that then require further renovation. Or buy their kids almost 7 million dollar apartments. My apartment won’t bring near a million. The journey of___steps requires three real estate appraisals. People are already giving me conflicting advice. Actually they’re all telling me to do nothing. I’m the one who thinks I have to paint and much more. My many personas are deeply conflicted. We’re into this move as we know it’s time, but we even loved Broadway on a crowded Saturday afternoon. Not enough to stay….

I can’t imagine being so desperate as to be hysterical in an airport even if I’m late for a connecting plane. On the other hand I can imagine living in a rental and feeling that my world is going to be torn from under me because the house is for sale. It’s hard for any couple with three kids to find something to buy unless they’re in the category above. I can imagined feeling unhinged because I’m from a more civilized society than the one that walks on Broadway and frequents Fairway. it’s hard to stay sane in this city even if your roots run deep here. (Ms. Gotbaum was from a more civilized society. I’m deeply rooted here.)

Here is what having a rental budget of $8,000-$10,000 a month can get you in Manhattan.

Somebody is trying to convince me that if I had just bought in the real West Village I would have been ecstatic. But almost every single straight women I know, around my age, who lived there moved already. And were the people to tell us we didn’t suffer enough on 9/11. I would have paid less for a larger apartment that would be worth a ton now. I didn’t buy there so it’s moot and I don’t need to hear it. But nobody can be quiet on the subject of Manhattan real estate.

I might begin to seriously lose my mind, just from living, breathing, and dreaming real estate. It took me a year to find this apartment. It’s perfect for somebody who loves bathrooms–two windowed ones, one large marble one with double shower stall and separate bath; one white subway tile. Oh wait, this isn’t a real estate ad…..

This blog has vowed never to be trendy, bloggy, nichey, or in anyway blog politically correct. It is the journey of a solo blogger with a few imaginary friends. Well my laptop and desktop are interactive and always named Savannah. I’m one of the few people in the building without a dog so I got me an imaginary one, Toto. Cleaner and easier.

Before this blogger journeys to a new life in a new state, she’s going to sell the furniture, but not the glass collection and Mexican pottery, so she can make a new start. Many townhouses are sold already furnished. She will ask for a credit and have the wall to wall taken out even if it’s Berber.

She wants this journey to be a total change. But she couldn’t live with another person’s furniture. Her taste is too quirky and developed. It is hard giving up the wall unit Lucia designed, but she finally can look at it and say “I will always have pictures on my screen saver.”

When she misses the hood she can always watch Law & Order–any one. She can rent some Nora Ephron movies and Music & Lyrics and just look at the scenery. Panic in Needle Park Taxi Driver and many other movies like that.

This journey is a big one. It’s going from the known and loved though complained about to the unknown, she thinks she can love. She also pictures herself in a cabin on a lake in the Sierra Nevada’s and about 20 other places. She hopes to restrain from buying for awhile. She lives in a city that was filled with renters and is now filled with owners. She has that mentality.

This blogger only knew the Northeast Corridor, much of California, and South Florida, and thought it was America. She wants to make up for that lack. Having only lived in three boroughs–mostly Manhattan, all over the North Shore of Long Island and Cambridge, her perspective is a bit off.

This journey will change that. Sometimes complete change is the only answer. To be able to reinvent herself while being her, that’s what this journey is about.
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I guess the most amazing thing about New York is that you never know who you know who knows…. He named Talking Heads, is a great artist and much more. Know his son well, though I’m way closer in age to Jamie Daiglish. We do know some people in common through my ex.

This is a new feature that my friend Jonathan began. If you’re interested in participating check out the link
The journey is the reward is a Chinese proverb I don’t believe in. Then again I’m told that patience is a virtue and someday my ship will come in. That last one makes anything sound horrid.

I’m at a crossroads and realized today that all crossroads require a deal with the devil.

I have always felt selfish for wanting. Karma was schooled into me though not in that word.

Most weeks I’m filled with the wonder of life and the wonder of the journey but this crossroad has me wanting to meet the devil and offer something of myself for the one reward I truly want.

If the journey is the reward, how come it’s taking so long?

The journey through life is amazing. I’m not denying the wonders and the beauty. I’m not denying that some of the bumps bring much excitement and some of the forks bring adventure.

But the crossroads, the true crossroads…that’s a place I have feared standing still at.

I still dare dream and maybe when I linger at the crossroads longer….

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Comments

  1. sage says

    October 6, 2007 at 8:08 am

    I love that picture of Robert Johnson–it’s on his collective works CD box

    THe journey is a metaphor that I often use for my life (like, no joke, eh?)

  2. miz nix says

    October 6, 2007 at 3:16 pm

    Hello *waves* oh I’m on a crossroads in life myself, could go any way [even crazy lol].

    If you want a real ‘Toto’ I’ll send you mine 🙂

    Beautiful blog [Miz B recommended you]

    Niz Nix x

  3. Miz BoheMia says

    October 6, 2007 at 10:00 pm

    I loved this post… I need to write you an email, this I know (not because I have to… never feel that… always because I want to but life has a way of, well, getting in the way)… but before tucking the kids into bed I thought I would pop in here first…

    *sigh* I hate crossroads… they are amazing in many ways but damn the work they require! So I feel for you my dear Pia…

    As for wanting, here’s the thing… we are always taught to not want too much, as though there is some wrathful god that will punish us for being selfish or vain or whatever but you know what? I think the secret to it all (and it all goes back to the law of attraction so feel free to kick me if you will! OW! I was kidding! 😉 )is to want away and to not be afraid of that and to be unabashed and unafraid and you will attract fabulous energy and your dreams will come true… I sound cheesy but BAH! You love me anyway, no? 😉

    I have no doubts whatsoever that you will pull through all this amazingly well and be happy wherever you choose to call home…

    As for the apartment, don’t bother painting it for now… too much work and the buyers might just go ahead and change it… see what feedback you get and then maybe you can do it if you need to…

    Besos and here’s hoping you are enjoying a great weekend! I am off to see some damn Lovas tomorrow! AAAAAAAHHHHHH! Shoot me!

    (Yep… Loverboy has an uncle an hour away so I might film the *insert expletives here*… WOOH?)

  4. steve says

    October 6, 2007 at 10:14 pm

    For that price they can hire someone to paint it… I always wonder about the people who lived in my house before me and what colors they used… all the sort. My home is 100 years old. Standing in the street one late afternoon this week, with Elijah on my shoulders, I noticed that my closed in porch had tapered pillars in each corner, not square ones.. Now… Why is that a big deal? Well… The pillars are covered with painted redwood. Yet, they didn’t remove them… If one wanted to open that porch up to the 1907 version you can pull off the redwood and restore what are probably some really cool hand crafted pillars.

    On my vacation this month, I am pulling up the carpet in one of the bedrooms for Elijah to see if there is hardwood decent enough to sand and refinish…

    Amazing things you can find in an old place.

    My advice is do nothing and let someone discover what you have left behind…

  5. cooper says

    October 7, 2007 at 6:51 pm

    This was a lovely post, makes me feel restful and satisfied even with all the crossroad reference.

    I think there are many crossroads, some people whip right past them im whatever direction appeals to them in that one impulsive second, others choose to linger giving some thought to direction.

    That there may be only one or two true crossroads never entered my mind, and is infinitely more frightening.

  6. mary says

    October 16, 2007 at 3:52 pm

    I loved this…though I still can not figure out where you are going.

  7. jamie Dalglish says

    October 18, 2007 at 6:04 am

    Jamie says-

    You might want to try holding onto to your vision now;….while being at the “crossroads”/it looks great ahead- for staying here /recently Bloomberg has stated $/wise-” here in NYC,the price of rents & real estate is coming down”… I love Jonathan’s Video,…have always loved that tale…and that song…Wow.
    You’re gonna’ do fine…hold on!!

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