Recently Asked Questions
Didn't you, like, just move?
Actually we moved three years ago. And you call yourself a faithful reader? You sicken me.
Didn't you say you liked New Jersey?
Sure, there's plenty to like here. We just like it better in Brooklyn.
Why did you move in the first place, stupid?
I do believe you answered your own question.
No, really.
Why did we move? It's all a blur. We were young and foolish. Our parents asked us when we were going to grow up and get a real place to live. Our friends moved out here and loved it. We thought we wanted a yard. We believed that house ownership would be intrinsically rewarding. We thought it wasn't too far from our friends and family. We were sure our other friends would follow our move.
And now you're moving back. Tell us more.
About a year ago, Scott told me he wanted to move back to Brooklyn. I actually fought him on it. I was all, "But the space! And the, uh, space! And Henry has space! And did I mention the space? So much space. Spaaaaace." We squabbled for about fifteen minutes, and then I came to my senses.
We miss our friends. Our family members are either in Brooklyn or much closer to Brooklyn than New Jersey. I loathe having to get into a car to do anything. Scott hates our damn yard. And we both think home ownership is highly overrated. We'd much rather spend our weekends going to the park or museums or flea markets or ANYTHING than spend our time tending to a house. We miss looking out the window and figuring out the weather based on what people are wearing. We miss take-out. We miss feeling like we're home.
How does Henry feel about the move?
It's hard to say. If you ask him, he will claim to be thrilled, but I think it's more complicated than that.
The other day he told me, "If you think I'm sad at all about moving, you just blow that thought out of your mind." I do think he's a little sad, though. Sad but excited.
I live in a big city. Should I never move to the suburbs because you didn't like it?
Yes. You should also like purple, because it's my favorite color. Also, Earl Grey tea is your new favorite. Write that down.
We have many friends out here who love it, who can't imagine going back to the city. These people are smart and hilarious and trustworthy. We have other friends who can't imagine living anywhere but in a city. I think it's safe to say we fall into the latter camp. We just had to leave the city to figure that out.
And we're going back, in eight days. Excuse me while I jump up and down for a few minutes.










February 16, 2009
Reader Comments (242)
Assume the move went well?
Yeah, we have no life beyond your blog...
I love this city (NYC) and we couldn't imagine living anywhere else. At the end of the day, it's just about being happy. Kudos to you for going after what makes you happy.
Welcome back!
Kim
Anyway lots of luck and happiness
Your post has reminded me that space is overrated. It's far more important to me that my daughters grow up actually seeing their father each evening (our current location has cut his daily commute dramatically), and we will all get family time on the weekends, since we wont have a yard to tend to.
And so I must say, it's so refreshing to read another person saying they think home ownership is overrated. Maybe it's just not for everyone, and we should get over these ideas that These Are Things You Do When You Grow Up.
So yeah, thanks for showing me yet again why I love reading your blog. =)
This also lead me to realize I have been reading your blog for way longer than 3 years. Wow. That's a pretty damn long time.
I hope you have a smooth transition back to Brooklyn.
Oh...and thanks for the Favorite Tea. I didn't have one and my life has been empty. I'm going to go make some now...and for some reason I hope I have a purple mug.
I love purple. See? See how much we have in common?
When I first got married, I moved into this hovel-like apartment because the neighborhood reminded me of NY. So we lived there in two rooms, the three of us and I was ashamed of the disgusting squalor but only a little. I would have stayed there forever. We only left because they evicted us to turn the place condo. Bastards! But we didn't move to the real suburbs. More Queens-like, is where we are. I still miss that one room hovel. We have spaaaace (well, kind of--more than before) but I'd rather be able to walk everywhere.
So yeah, you are making a good decision. God, you have this weird INFLUENCE over me. What is the source of your power?
Anyway. Love the blog still. Good luck with the move and all the crappy stuff that goes with it! Haha.
I think DH's final straw came the day before we moved when, walking back from the pizza place on the corner, some kid tried to jack his pizza. Did I mention my husband's 6'5"? He told the kid to F*** off and when he got back announced how glad he was to be moving.
But we used to live in one of the fun, funky neighborhoods where the block clubs actually worked and you knew your neighbors and I could walk to a ton of restaurants and my favorite coffee house and there were actual SIDEWALKS and people of different races. We do miss that, a lot. People out here all go out to Red Lobster and Olive Garden on Saturday nights and will wait for TWO HOURS for a table. Seriously. We've sworn never to do this.
God, I didn't mean to actually post HERE for my own blog, sorry. What I'm trying to write is that I get it and move to wherever feels like home for you. You'll ultimately feel happier and the good will outweigh the bad. I'm happy that you could find something--good luck! P.S. Liquor store boxes are GREAT for packing books, in case you still need to do any of that.