|One such gorgeous goddess of an 1890 farmhouse.|
This past weekend we went to a few open houses in downtown Greenwich. Yes. Houses. Single family homes. I hate them, remember?
Oh my god, these houses. Not anything spectacular like brand new gargantuan mansion material (most of those are in the country far from downtown anyway), but absolutely gorgeous in-town farmhouses. The kind that remind you of New England and all that is great about it. Right smack-dab in the middle of downtown. With sidewalks. Within walking distance to the train. And restaurants. And a movie theater. And a pharmacy. And school. And... and... you get the picture.
We've lived in Greenwich before. We moved from Boston and were looking for an apartment downtown that would be an easy commute to White Plains for Jason's work. We had a modest one bedroom basement apartment. I fell in love with Greenwich; we both did. We lived there from the end of my pregnancy with Mason up until he was 8 months old. I missed it so much.
Now, we can actually buy something in downtown, and looking at some of these houses yesterday opened up a little doubt in my mind about moving to Brooklyn instead of staying in Connecticut. It was just so damned tempting actually seeing and visualizing a life there like I had dreamed of for years after we left. Now that dream could actually come to fruition, we don't want it as much. Figures, right?
Jason's commute would be about 1 1/2 hours until his office moves into Manhattan again (whenever that will be), and once back in Manhattan just under 1 hour. The best part would be we could get rid of one car, and he could actually walk to the train station. We'd also be closer to family than if we moved out of state.
But then I think about the repairs, the upkeep (uh, especially 100 year old farmhouses), and just it not being New York City. I try to think about what's best for our family. What's best for the kids? Us?
First world problems, I know, I know. I just wish I had a crystal ball that would tell me what to do. We're going along with getting the house market-ready, and in 6 short months it's go time. I hate not having a direct, sure, concrete goal. I thought I had one, but after this weekend it went a little hazy.