Deidre and I did something similar to what's described in this column. She owned a house in Lyndhurst when we married that seemed to shrink when I moved my big self in. On a visit to Florida to see her dad, who lived in a house with lots of room, we decided to move into a bigger house and to move to the exurbs. It wasn't a successful move: nothing culturally going on; neighbors who didn't speak to us, especially after we put the Obama sign in the yard; and it was an hour into town. We didn't stay out in the boonies for four years. We were out there just long enough for property values to fall. Luckily for us, property values had fallen in Cleveland Heights too. We now live in a house from which we can walk to restaurants, museums, movie theaters and libraries. The lingering effects of the cancer and cancer treatments has put limits on my walking but I can still get around some. Walking a few blocks to the grocery doesn't take that much stamina. Our neighbors include a first violin with The Cleveland Orchestra, an accomplished painter, a self-employed architect and an 80 something year old who used to be a reporter in New York City. They are all friendly, helpful and fun to talk to.
This op-ed suggests others are having similar experiences. I hope you enjoy it.
www.nytimes.com/2011/11/26/opinion/the-death-of-the-fringe-suburb.html?ref=opinion
1 comments:
You from Baton Rouge? I'm from Metairie just outside New Orleans. How long you been in Cleveland now? I've been here from three years actually moved from Florida where I lived here for 10 years then previously in new Orleans for over 20. I've made it through 3 winters and I think I got maybe one more left me maybe two then I think I running back south. How is it going?
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