I leave the tough decisions up to the Internet.
I can’t stop thinking about real estate, Internet. Specifically: should we stay in Brooklyn, or should we beat a shameful retreat to the suburbs? I need you to tell me.
We bought our two-bedroom apartment a few years back for a quarter and some old gum wrappers, and it is now worth billions. While this is lovely, it also means that if we hope to buy a larger space in our neighborhood—well, we can’t; it’s not even worth talking about. Our space is not quite large enough for us, and will definitely Not Work if we have another child (NO I’M NOT PREGNANT). With the crazy inflation of real estate prices in NYC, we will only be able to afford a lean-to on the banks of the Gowanus, and Henry and his imaginary sibling will develop extra limbs from all the fumes coming off of the fetid waters. So that’s probably not the best option.
So it comes down to this: either we stay in our place, which in addition to being on the small side is dark and loud (we’re on the first floor on a main avenue—in the summer people walk up to our window and ask for money. We’re like an ATM! An ATM for crazies!), or we move to an As Yet Unnamed Suburb. We’ve found a couple of areas that seem to suit our needs: we could probably afford a smallish house in one of these towns, which are close to the city and artsy/liberal. However (need I add this?) they’re Not Brooklyn. We would not have the library, the museum, the park, and the Botanic Garden all within a few blocks of our home. We would have to own a car (gasp!). On the other hand, we would have a backyard. And a decent school district. And amenities within walking distance. On the other hand I will be dead inside (probably). My youth gone, I will spend the days watching soaps and drinking Chardonnay; when Husband arrives from the city I will greet him at the door with pies made of Play-Doh and cigarette butts. Isn’t this what you suburban types do? Yes?
In a nutshell, I am driving myself bonkers. One moment I think I can never leave Brooklyn how could I even think such a thing and then in the next moment I’m dreamily picturing mornings with Henry and Scott in a sunny breakfast nook instead of our dank living room/dining room/kitchen that is periodically infested with vermin. I would give up a lot to never have to worry again about stepping on a waterbug on my way to the bathroom. And don’t try to tell me about the cicadas or grasshoppers or whatnot you have in the suburbs--they are not the same thing.
Basically what it comes down to is there are many pros to moving, and one big con: we wouldn’t live here anymore. We feel superior to you non-Brooklyn people. Now you know.
Opinions. Yours. Let me have them.
EDITED TO ADD: Before I get more defensive comments: do I really have to say that I'm being facetious when I say I feel superior? Do I have to say that? I guess I have to say that. Sigh.










March 22, 2005
Reader Comments (203)
Here's mine:
I was a bored, lonely teenager in small town and suburb America. I had to be driven to the mall, to a friend's house, to the movies.
Now I live in Canberra, the capital of Australia. I love the fact I can get on the bus and go anywhere, ANYTIME I want. I ADORE the fact we do not have to buy a car, spend money on petrol or insurance. I love that I can get a bus ticket to Sydney (about 2.5 hours North) for *$15.*
Last weekend my huz and I took the bus to the city centre, walked around the the lake, and the carillion. We saw people on bikes and these 4 wheel cart/bikes things with kids in the front. People were out walking their dogs, roller blading, mums pushing their prams. Later we took the bus to the art gallery and it was ALL FREE (except for the bus).
They have a theatre here that only shows OLD movies, and there is a film noir night! The War Memorial, the museums, the art galleries are free. I can pack my lunch, stroll through the National Art Gallery and then sit my arse down and feed the swans by the lake. I have been waiting for this type of CULTURE all my life.
I would stay in the city. I wish I'd lived here all my life.
I guess you need to ask yourself if your comfort zone is getting less comfortable and if so, find a new one, get all nervous, scared and anxious, get over it, and viola! New comfort zone!
Only because you asked!
I feel your pain. We are in a similar predicament, having before us the opportunity of cashing in a less adequate, but extremely valuable, irreplaceable property for a grander place in a less desireable area.
Just remember, the grass is always greener... Where do suburban people go for fun, culture, sophistication, excitement? Compare the resources you have at hand: museums, parks, local shopping, an actual living, breathing neighborhood (yeah, so sometimes it could stand to brush more frequently or use a little mouthwash, but, still.) Even if you don't frequent museums or other cultural offerings of city life, you can bet you will see less of them once you move away. You will feel like a visitor when you return, no longer a resident. And the worst part is knowing that once you leave, you can never afford to go back. Can you accept that?
My MIL, a knowledgeable realtor, has advised us, "Get the best address you can afford, even if you have to live in the basement." Your property values will obviously always be higher in the city.
If your worried about your son missing out on a typical suburban-style childhood with the bikes and the barefeet, maybe you could wait until he actually voices some dissatisfaction with your surroundings. Believe me, living in a suburb today is no less dangerous than living downtown. He's not going to be running around carefree anywhere.
I've grown up and lived most my life in the suburbs. If I could afford a place in the city I'd be there. But like I said above, the grass is always greener... Good luck with your decision.
Husband grew up in NYC and got mugged for his lunch money every day. However, he's one tough motherfucker now. Life lessons and all that.
There are trade-offs.
As much as I enjoyed doing things in the city, what I remember most about those times is running around my backyard with my dog and having snowball fights with all the other kids in my neighborhood. (I can't speak to my parents' experience of moving from the city of Boston to the Jersey 'burbs, but I don't recall any cigarette-Play Doh pies, either, so I think they were OK.)
I myself live in a more urbany suburb, and my parents live in a more exurbany suburb. So, Slippy and fam, if you ever need an overview tour of various suburbs and types thereof, shoot me an email and we'll do a Sunday drive. (If you want to throw in some excitement I also know where the Soprano's house is.)
One more note -- If you move to the suburbs your children will move to a city, at least and especially after college. This is the natural order of things. Sometime after college but before old age, they'll have to make the same decision you're making now.
So, for what it's worth, I'd discount all the "I moved to the city as soon as I could" comments. Of course you did. Everybody does. But not everyone stays.
--FD
Or how about Woodlawn . . . it's awesome there (although very hard to find a place because people tend there not to list things with realtors.)
I live in Jersey, about 1/2 hour away from Manhattan by train. My boyfriend's parents moved from Brooklyn when he was 3.
I can't tell you about LI, but if you're planning on moving to Jersey, and you work in NY, then you're going to have to pay 2 sets of taxes, and the suburbs around here are definitely soulless.
On the one hand, there are still the 24 hour Quickie-Marts for your favorite smokes and post-party burritos (but they don't sell beer). On the other hand, you would have to drive for everything. Oh, and GAWD help you if you move into a development. Want soulless? You got it there.
The housing prices aren't that great here either. Condos sell for just as much as houses. With property around it.
And if you think you'll get back to the city on a regular basis, you won't. It happens. I hear constantly how Andy's parents don't go into the city anymore (where relatives still reside) because it's just a pain in the ass.
As for the kids playing in the backyard and running all over Hell's Half-Acre and not coming in until dark, like when we were kids, it doesn't happen anymore. People are too scared of their kids getting snatched off the street, that there are no more kids playing in the streets.
After counting up all of the hands in my opinion, it comes down to this:
The reasons you want to stay are that you will miss intangible things that you won't be able to get in the suburbs (because people move to the suburbs to escape the things that you love). Henry will be happy wherever he grows up, and as far as I know, lots of children growing up in Brooklyn are well adjusted, and decently educated.
I also know that you must be happy where you live, otherwise it will be twice as hard (at least) to find peace in the other parts of your life. Yes, there are museums and plays and nightclubs in the suburbs, but let's be honest, they're nothing like what you get in the city.
Maybe when you two (and a half) get older, and want to slow down, and don't need the excitement, and bustle and feeling of aliveness surrounding you would you want to move to the 'burbs, but now, stay where you feel a sense of connectedness to your community.
(Listen to the king, but also never let him forget who handles the Bishop)
of course this decision is up to you. the city has a lot to offer families as well. and, you are right about the burbs being so much less exciting and cultural. i guess my advice would be to follow your gut, only you and your hubby know what's best for you.
But, as everyone else has said, go with your gut. Good luck!