I spent an hour apartment hunting in NYC. There’s something about the city lifestyle that draws me, entices me and gives me hope that someday I can have the experience of living in Manhattan. I am a chronic sufferer of being both a city girl and a country girl, evidenced by the prior search for a horse to call my own and the addiction to open air and wide spaces. Yet, the energy of the city flirts with me incessantly and I’m weak to its wily beckoning ways to a point where I wonder what the insides of a upper Westside apartment look like, how many square feet do I really need to relax and will the doorman be my friend.
When Craig appeared as a sleepy head I shut it down because my dreaming means something else to him. It sometimes comes as a request, and that’s not at all what I was doing. I indulged in imagining another life, a way to approach living that is entirely different from anything we have ever done. And honestly, I hope someday we have the opportunity to take a short term experience there in the Big Apple.
Dreaming is good for me. I believe if there’s an urge to open the imagination I ought to indulge. Craig doesn’t dream like that, he is practical and a wonderful grounding for my run away dreams. But I think he’s missing out on a lot of fun…
If we lived in NYC the apartment is a place to be alone in a city of millions who are maybe the best of the best, an energizing poke that pushes me to consider striving for my own personal best. My art room is the Metropolitan Museum and a thousand small galleries a walk away, my commute can be done with a book rather than a steering wheel, and one sofa is all we need. I imagine Kira is the only one home and she has a fabulous room of her own, we take to the city streets together browsing the windows of boutiques, planning our day at our local coffee shop, and braving the subways together. We bike and rollerblade in Central park, visit the botanical gardens and the Bronx Zoo as often as we like, and sometimes we put on ice skates and twirl around Rockefeller rink. We know all the best places to eat authentic food from every country in the world, and even better we can pick up groceries for the evening meal on our way home. There’s no super stocking from Costco, but planning the menu as we browse the fresh vegetables at the local grocer. Best of all we can get half price tickets on a whim to see every broadway show over and over again. When we sit and plan our day over a steaming mug of tea we can sample anything that our imagination tickles us to try. How exhilarating does that sound?
To open the imagination and have a little fun doesn’t hurt anything about the reality of my life now. It is just a way to preserve my youthful thinking. And who cares what the reality of living in NYC is like, I’m a suburb housewife with five kids, a dog and a cat, and having a look at the other side is refreshing. I highly recommend indulging in a little fantasy… as long as it doesn’t breed discontent with life as I know it. And it doesn’t. I just hold out hopes that maybe someday we can try it on for size, just for a little while. Why not? It is important to feed the adventurous spirit, even if that means browsing NYC apartments on the internet in my pajamas on a Sunday morning while the house sleeps. Tomorrow I’m going to have an inside look at flats in Paris, Florence, Marrakesh… (I’ve already exhausted London many times, I’d go there tomorrow and maybe never come back…it is much closer to Uganda.) Let me know if you do a little dreaming and where your heart takes you.