Contemplating New York resulted in one very sleep-challenged night.
All day I am nursing a pulsating head. What sort of world do we live in, when my old hood- the East Village (graffiti, tattoos, squatter and dog, Korean grocer, Indian street, Japanese Obon Festival, unnamed jazz bar, artists of every stripe- and don’t ever venture east of Avenue A) and Brooklyn, have become even more expensive to rent than, the Upper East Side?
Finding a flat in London was tough. Finding an apartment in New York? Much, much worse.
To ease the banging in my head, Bruno and I went for a walk.
When the time comes to leave our little village, I who have left cities (New York, Los Angeles, Irvine, Dana Point, Seattle, Phoenix, Tempe, Abilene, Houston, Singapore), will leave with some heaviness.
The simplicity, the quality of life afforded here-
is too precious.