two types of new yorkers.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
after this went down, ed and i jumped on the apartment search real quick like. luckily, we are staying put in our current apartment and (hopefully) for a long time. but our short-lived apartment searching led us to a hypothetical theory.
there are 2 types of new yorkers.... brownstone people and condo/high-rise people.
neither of the 2 are better than the other as it's all a matter of opinion. that's also not to say that a brownstone person can't switch to a condo person and vice versa.
i decided upon this theory because we are brownstone people through and through. we tried our best to convert to condo people, and who wouldn't (!!?) with their views, washer/dryers, full-service gyms, doormen, and roof-top decks. i'm telling you, we almost signed on the dotted line. even though the line wasn't dotted. why do they say that?
anyway, it irked me. it didn't feel right. this shiny white apartment was out of a museum and who the hell wouldn't want to live there? us apparently. we thought about it and thought some more and the pros of this fancy schmancy condo outweighed the cons. oh, but the cons. the condo cons weighed heavy on my chest....
1. i gotta pay some peeps to store my bike. seriously? cause i park it in my basement right now for free and i like free.
2. um, it's not a brownstone.
3. that pretty much covers it.
you see, we live on a tree-lined block (i donno how i got so lucky, honestly) that ends in central park. sincerely, i don't know HOW we got so lucky. sure there are negatives.... climbing 4 flights of stairs every day comes to mind though my butt has never been tighter. so there's that. sometimes we find bugs that rhyme with coach (i hate the other word) and there are cracks in the ceiling that make me nervous. but it'd be hard to convert me to anything else.
on the other hand, i can't imagine condo people loving anything but a condo. it'd be impossible to rip me away from my high-rising elevator amenities had that been all i'd ever known. a condo person would scoff at a brownstoners way of life.
of course, there are those rare and perfect buildings that are a flawless marriage of the two. a brownstone with an elevator or a doorman building on a tree lined block. i'd raise my some day baby baust in a place like that.
photo by moey hoque.