It's not new that I've wanted to move to NYC for years. As I get older the dream gets less and less likely and the fact that we now own a house we'd need to sell or rent to move doesn't help either. Last night, my husband mentioned moving to NYC again and of course that got me daydreaming. I did a search for Brooklyn apartments and came across The Brooklyner and decided I need to live there. Never mind that the rent is like 3 times the cost of my mortgage.
A little tiny, but I think I can deal.
Um, I could definitely write a book from that desk with that view.
Who needs a gym membership when there's a gym in your building?
Perfect tan, here I come!
Isn't it amazing? Seriously, I don't think I'd ever move if I lived here. Now I just need to find a job in NYC where I make about 5 times what I currently make so I can afford it. A girl can dream.