As we packed our meager belongings into green (literally) rental boxes — thank you juggleboxmoving.com. What a great company! – I had to ask myself if it’s all worth it. Why do we do this to ourselves? Is living in this City that great? We cramp ourselves into these Hannibal Lecter sized rooms and vie for every iota of space; contemplating like were the deepest of philosophers, profound thinkers, the most original of architects just how were going to take over every inch and call it a home. Make it unique. Make it practical. Is it really worth it?
I mean is living in the suburbs that bad? I would still be able to work in the City and go out afterwards if need be right? Take the morning train with the rest of the good folks out here in these parts. Catch up on our kids school plays, soccer practices, disgust with the school lunches but “what are you going to do?”; laugh at the latest Bravo reality show, “how could anyone live like that? God!”; describe just how amazing the weekend is going to be and why can’t it just get here sooner. ”Chuckle, chuckle, have a great day Bob.” It’s worth it, isn’t it?
I packed my green boxes as neat as I could and watched things fall down. It doesn’t matter what size apartment you have in New York. City Things always have a way of falling down. And what makes the average New York City dweller different then the suburbanite is our ability to prevent things from falling down. It’s our greatest asset. To live in the greatest city in the world, accumulate material possessions and not have them fall down. But they still do. They fell in our old place which was only a one bedroom and they fell even more in our new and amazing 3 bedroom, because here’s the thing: we will never have enough space because as we grow (mentally) we have to have more. It’s impossible not to. Every time we open a cabinet something falls out and onto the floor. Not a week goes by where part of my breakfast made in half asleep mode at 5am isn’t spilled on my feet, a glass breaks when the shudders open or tons of medicine and beauty products tumble onto the floor when reaching for the Q-tips. Things will always fall down.
So we packed and packed; organized and threw things everywhere. I began to wonder if I needed everything here. Not need in the obvious sense but could I in my present state do without? Will I actually use this stuff again: dvds, guitar equipment, language books. Can’t I just dump them? Nothing will change? But, I can’t. So is it that NYC apartments are just too small or that we just have too much stuff?
I love our new place and am grateful to be here. I don’t think we will move to the suburbs and if we did ever leave the City, it would be a drastic move: North Fork Long Island, Southern Israel or the Himalayas. I don’t watch Bravo Tv anymore.