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September 3rd, 2008 at 12:28 pm
I did it! I write from my desk (aka kitchen table), far from Time Warner Cable, up in Florence, Massachusetts- dog, yard, bike path, walking trails, mountains, swimming holes, daily farmers markets. Of course, I miss New York, tremendously. But I’m happy here, like really happy. My rent is less than half of what I paid in New York, my place is twice as big. It is definitely an adjustment, but seemed more like an adventure than another year in the city.
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:16 pm
I did it, too. And, strangely, I relocated near the commenter above — western Massachusetts. I’m still there, and boy is it cheap, with all the amenities listed above. No decent pizza or Chinese take-out; very little in the way of an active street life (e.g., running into your friends in the deli).
But when I first saw this article, I have to admit I kind of thought it was a joke. Tennis at the Bronxville country club getting boring? Really? (Bronxville holds an easily-ridiculed place in my heart: it’s where I went to college.)
September 4th, 2008 at 3:28 pm
I did it also. Born & raised in Manhattan, left with “where do you go after that” when my hometown started to disappear. Took the Monty Python route and said now for something completely different and moved 1500 miles to the south. I miss the sophistication (on so so so many levels) of NYC, the work ethic, Korean delis and Koreans in general, the food, the culture, the life of the mind, activism, quirky book stores, film festivals, mom and pop stores, gourmet take out shops, good baked goods, well-made food from all over the world, immigrants from around the globe (as Bob Shepard–sp?–says) who were thrilled to be in the USA and breaking their asses to make it and contribute and share their culture, great museum shows, lecture series, people who are able to speak English…should I go on? Having said all that, I am glad I don’t live there any longer. I miss my city, but what I miss doesn’t really exist any longer.
Love your blog. Totally relate to the stories of the bad mom (there are lots of them out there). To all your h.s. tormentors, f ‘em h in the a.