Big city vs. big house

I went to Maryland last weekend to visit my sister and her family (Hi, Kelly!). I knew her small-town home would be the polar opposite of my own Manhattan apartment. Her house is spacious with storage everywhere and four toilets. Her basement is bigger than the entire one-toilet apartment I share with two other people. She has two nearly-empty rooms. She has a craft room AND a learning and creativity studio.

My craft room, learning and creativity studio, home office, laundry drying station and sometime dining table are all the same: my small desk.

She has a huge, sloping yard with a garden, playhouse, pond feature and swing set. My backyard is the Hudson River Park.

We grew up in the suburbs. Our neighborhood was quiet with tons of privacy, not your typical housing development. It was fun. We had room to play anything we wanted. We could hide among the trees or shoot hoops on the driveway. But the city was much too far to walk, but we could pick up eggs and milk  or drive to a friend’s house in a hurry. Other things, like the video rental and film developing place were farther away.

My verdict is: I love the city. Hell’s Kitchen, New York is special. I can walk out my door and find food or dry cleaning or I Heart New York pajamas without even trying. I don’t plan ahead for dinner. I can stop at Amish Market, Stiles, a drugstore or the crepe place easily. No scheduling in a special trip to Target required. Ever.

Even in Seattle, I could walk to the grocery store or yoga or Fred Meyer. I loved it.

Big houses are nice, but I’ll keep my expensive, efficient walk-up in the gritty theater and restaurant district. Although, I would love a kitchen just a little bit bigger.

Published by Candace

I’m a journalist, nutritionist, doting auntie, one-time bobsledder, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.

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