by I was browsing the real estate listings in the Times, always a dangerous, bittersweet pursuit, and I saw that all the apartments in the first building I lived in when I moved to the city are for sale (except for the one I lived in strangely). I’m in agony because these apartments are just so lovely. They all have fireplaces, gorgeous wide plank floors, it’s a small building, great street. And they all have access to a church garden, which was the most beautiful private city garden I have ever seen. (Picture below.)
Oh life. The way you turn out. In 1980 the rent for my apartment in this building was $600 a month, and that was considered high at the time, but a very good rent for this block and apartment. The landlords could have gotten more, but they were such kind, decent people. I wish I could remember their names.
There’s an open house today and I’m going to try to stop by. The studio is just perfect for me. It’s even affordable, I would say, for people who make a normal living. I probably shouldn’t go. I’ll just burst into tears. You can see the inside of the apartments here.
