July 15, 2009
country living wishful thinking
I’m in a funk. A New York funk. I love living in the city, but there’s just something about the summer that makes me wish I lived elsewhere. Maybe it’s because everyone and their mother flees from here no later than 3pm on Fridays while I’m left in the concrete jungle with Central Park being my only oasis.
Maybe one day, when I’m grown-up and am ready to do the family thing, I’ll move out of the city. But if I leave NYC, it’s back under the Mason Dixon line I go. IF I do (and that’s a BIG “if” Mother, don’t start getting excited) then I’d love to get a cute little fixer-upper, like this Folk Victorian home (correct me if I’m wrong on the style, I only had one college semester of exterior architecture):
Granted, I am finally leaving the city this weekend, so when I return, I’m sure the fog will have lifted and I will fall in love with New York all over again. But seriously, how cute is that house?