I did not move to New York to live in the Bronx.
I came for Manhattan.
And I found it — a wee fifth floor walk-up at the top of a brownstone in the heart of Chelsea.
(and oh yes, it was rent stabilized) Restaurants and movie theatres galore and a bustling vibe well into the night and early morning — all just on the other side of my front door.
Then I found my prince charming and my garret apartment, with all its rustic charm was simply not accommodating for us to start a home…
But we found a new one, out and away from Manhattan. I came kicking and screaming over a bridge and across two rivers to get here.
Welcome to the Bronx Bohemian.
Here I will chip away at my preconceived notions about the Bronx. I will gradually cease to compare it to my old neighborhood and to all that I used to have and could have on a given whim. I can not keep threatening my darling husband that I’m moving back to Manhattan because our neighborhood grocery store closes at eight. The Bronx is a place with it’s own pace and energy and I’m here to find out what that rhythm is and who is here and how to keep time with it.
It’s a large borough, with a lot of ground to cover.
Stop by and stop by often.