Since we first moved to New York City, we've lived in the West Village. First in the tiniest fourth-floor walk-up you can imagine, and then a nice one-bedroom on beautiful W. 9th St, just two blocks north of Washington Square Park. But over the past year, I've been feeling the need for more quiet. The West Village is so lovely, but everyone knows it, and therefore, everyone visits. The insane charm becomes simply...insane at times. I always walked my dog on Perry Street & have NEVER seen it without a crowd in front of 66 Perry snapping photos (Carrie's apt from Sex & the City). It started to feel a lot like Disneyland. That's not to bash the West Village - the brownstones, incredible history, killer restaurants, and inspiring creativity makes it one of my favorite places on the planet. But we started to consider other neighborhoods to live, and were on our way to TriBeCa or the Upper East Side.
I've always loved Brooklyn and when we started looking at places, it started to feel absolutely right. And we found a place that feels like an early thirties type of place, if you know what I mean. There's our own WASHER/DRYER (NYC real estate dream fulfilled)! We're fulfilling every stereotype of DINKS (Double Income-No Kids) right now - Manhattan West Village yuppies move to Brooklyn.
I will always go back to the West Village for all my favorite places, which I wrote about here. The express train takes 8 minutes to our old subway stop...but it feels a world away, which is what we wanted in many ways. However...I desperately miss Citarella on our corner so much already!
Some favorite shots of our old street, West 9th Street, taken very early in the morning...