Yesterday I saw Sharron’s new digs for the first time. (She sold her suburban townhouse in record time, remember?)
Sharron has moved to the city. In a SWANKIFIED condo. And am I jealous…
My nearly 10 years here in the suburbs of DC have been spent with many friends, clients and acquaintances who long for the country life. So many have need for the picket fence, the acreage, the big dog, the two car garage and a driveway you can pull directly onto the street from, without a line of traffic.
Well, I can relate to the All American Dream, but try as I might, I can’t really FEEL it. My yearnings are for the city. For the pulse close to the heart. I am energized by Sharron’s home, and not just by my creative juices as I start to design it, but by the active street way below the window. The curved walls, massive column and expanse of glass are wonderful. But the energy would be there if it were just a plain box.
The energy comes from all the life below.
I have never lived inside a large city. Am I delusional? Would I be happier living at the beach? What is your ideal setting? Are you living your dream?
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Hi Denise~
Thanks for visiting my blog today! Yes, it looks like we were on the same wavelength today. I can tell you hands down I’d rather live in a tiny (but fabulous) condo in the middle of the bustling city than in a McMansion in the burbs. I used to live in Istanbul (a city of about 14 million) and I’ve never felt so alive! The energy in such a city was tremendous. I moved from there to Corvallis, Oregon, a city of 40,000. Talk about culture shock!
I have since longed for life in a big city again. Two years ago, when my husband and I moved from our suburban 2500 square foot house into an 834 square foot condo downtown, my family and friends thought we were crazy. One friend even said, “Well, this is no place to raise children!” And I thought “Why not? People in NYC seem to manage having children, and some of them live in MUCH smaller homes than this. Certainly I can do it here in my average-sized city.”
My American dream: a 1200 square foot apartment in Manhattan (or another equally exciting big city).
I am with you, girl!!! Maybe someday we can be neighbors! We will go to the library and write, then walk to the coffee shop on the way home to our NYC pads!