OPENINGS

Not to be too metaphorical here, but there’s something about opening the door to a room you have never seen before, but in which you have made arrangements to reside for a time, knowing that unknown space on the other side of the door is where your life will be lived for a while.

I have memories from various journeys when opening such a door resulted in a visceral sensation, like a cold squeeze of the heart, of regret and disappointment as I saw a space too cramped, too tacky, too cold, too dark, too dingy, too dirty. 'Oh CRAP!’ I’ve thought, ‘I've got to live in THIS pit!'

Today, in New York City, we had just the opposite sensation. We stood on the doorstep in wonder and awe, looking into a beautifully decorated, larger than anticipated, thoroughly LIVABLE studio apartment on the Upper West Side, right near Lincoln Center. Bookcases, ample closets, reading lights by the bed, a fast internet connection on an antique desk, art work from all over the world, and a wall of windows that looks out on a large space of other buildings in this complex, all the way down to a sliver of the Hudson River. Here an hour and it feels like home….
Dan

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