Guest blogger mom-on-the-edge: It's been the longest relationship of my life but it's time... I'm breaking up. My heart has been racing every day since I've made this decision . After twenty years I'm leaving my beloved city for suburbia. Aaaaah New York, my love.
I went to school here. I met my husband here. I gave birth to my baby here.
When the planes flew into the Twin Towers I yelled into the phone to my friend, "Leave! Leave! Leave your apartment. I think they're gonna fall!" The noxious smell wafted past my windows for days.
When the U.S. Airways plane glided amazingly across the icy Hudson waters, I rejoiced with the rest of Manhattan glowing in the wake of a miracle.
However, as much as I cherish my neighbors across the hall for always opening the spaghetti sauce jar when I can't, my butcher for posting my resume when I was unemployed and my pediatrician for being one block away, great peace of mind in case of emergency, my family can't survive in a 500 sq. ft. apartment anymore. Living in such tight quarters has been fine with me because there's so much going on right outside my door. It was worth the compromise.
Now, my son is 17 months old and needs more room to run around. And, my husband is about to blow a gasket if he doesn't get some place to sit by himself and read or escape from me during an argument.
I wonder, will having more space help save my marriage or just create more space between us? And, will I feel isolated and lonely living in a house and turn into one of those desperate housewives? I guess we shall see...