Let me start this blog by telling you about a very silly thing my family did.
At age 57, and with a grown daughter (albeit one still living with us) we moved from a townhouse condo in Westchester.
That is, perhaps, what you do.
What we did was move to a bigger place with more upkeep.
I’m still not entirely sure why we did this. It had to do with my wife, a real estate professional, suggesting that when the housing market rebounds, hopefully within our lifetimes, single-family homes will rebound higher and faster than condos. It also had to do with her wanting her own office-slash-studio space.
So we moved from Westchester to Stamford. We did this for two reasons:
- The taxes are lower.
- We wanted to be far away from our friends who kept saying “Are you nuts? You’re supposed to move to a smaller place at your age!”
We packed up a quarter century of our lives (some of which was still in sealed boxes from when we had packed up three years of our lives in Manhattan 25 years earlier), and relocated to a 3100 square foot ranch.
A few things you need to know about me:
- I grew up in apartments in Brooklyn and Queens.
- I then lived in apartments all over Manhattan.
- Soon after my daughter was born, and soon after the Mets won the 1986 World Series, we moved to the condo in Irvington, NY, where we stayed for 25 years, during which the Mets never won another championship.
All of that is to say that I’ve never lived in a major home of any kind, much less one with a septic tank and well water. I mean, what the heck is that all about? It’s like, one step above camping!
Anyway, this blog will be about our lives as late-age, first-time homeowners. Come along for the wild ride as we have such thrilling adventures as…
- Figuring out what the flag on the mailbox is for.
- Dealing with the pressure of knowing that it matters what kind of toilet paper we use.
- Arranging for people to pick up our garbage.
See you again soon.