Tuesday, April 04, 2006

What to do....

Put Ben to sleep last night. Sang him a few songs and we both fell asleep together. At eleven I managed to drag myself over to my bed. Brian was still working on his lap top.

The only problem in that equation is that it's five in the morning and I'm ready to start my day. Of course when you live on Avenue A, you're never totally alone. Outside I can hear a few hard core clubbers walking home and chatting away. The cabs drive by and in the relative silence they almost sound like waves coming in at low tide. A few birds just started chirping out there in the darkness.

All in all 4 to 6:30 am is the quiet time around here.

It's looking like more and more like we'll have to move. Unless a miracle occurs and someone in our building moves out. Someone who lives adjacent to my apartment in some way. The likelyhood of that is about as slim as Dick Cheney joining a vegan commune in Vermont.

Our space is about 450 sq feet. At this point we are literally living on top of each other...what am I saying...once Ben was born we were already living on top of each other. It's becoming an increasingly impossible situation.

Of course, the three of us are sentimental fools. The thought of leaving this building and neighborhood terrifies us. It's very hard for East Villagers to go somewhere else. There isn't another place like it anywhere...on the planet.

I was born here, my son is the fifth generation of my family to be born here. This building and garden has been in my family for four generations. Each day we wake up and look out onto Tompkins Square Park.

Well...maybe a miracle will happen.

3 comments:

Von Krankipantzen said...

I feel your pain. My place is 385 sq ft and it is only me and a cat. I love the area too. I will put the good vibes out there so your next door neighbour moves allowing you to stay and expand.

mothergoosemouse said...

Could you offer to buy their place? I realize that's probably a long shot, but it seems so sad for you to depart.

Knowing that people who have lived in the city for generations are no longer able to afford it (not just monetarily) makes me terribly sad, but it also lessens my guilt in leaving the city myself.

I am a Milliner's Dream, a woman of many "hats"... said...

That would be SOOOO hard, to want to stay and be in that space...especially as your Ben grows.

I still _love_ your descriptions of the Village.

Hh