Neither Here nor There

HomeI am neither here nor there.

My coworker in Texas was promoted.  He needed to move to another city so he put his home on the market, sold it in three days and then purchased another home in that new city.  He’s happily making the transition.  In all it will be about two months since he packed his boxes up to the moment he unpacks them someplace else.  I, on the other hand, am still slugging along.

Only in New York does the simple act of buying a home take months.  Really, it’s the Co-op market with the idea of corporate shares, board meetings with acceptance and denial, bank needs and that long list of rules and regulations.  I was good but not that good it seems in my preparation for all this.  An underwriter deemed my new home a maybe and then took off for vacation.  The last step in what has been months of paperwork.  My lawyer, my realtor really anyone who’s read the financials is in shock.  My question, asked a little late, to the bank was —– “Have you closed on co-ops before?”  They sight one or two and there in lies my error.  I should have gotten a bank that has a long history with thousands of co-ops.  I am told the paperwork is different.   So, I sit in limbo until the underwriter returns from vacation.  I am beside myself as I want this move to happen as quickly as possible.  Instead, I am a bit like a fly caught on a spiderweb struggling for release.

DowntownI have lived in New York City for 38 years.  It was my dream to come here at 5 and at 17 my dream came true.  I arrived with a box of paint brushes and a hefty trash bag as luggage.  In hindsight, it really wasn’t the best place for a teenage girl.  In reality, it was for me.  The photo above is where I stood when I first saw the World Trade Center in flames.  I would get much closer with my camera until I broke it advancing the film with such force.  That was after the last building was nothing but a cloud of smoke.

schoolI have memories on every corner.  It was in this spot that I was cross country skiing in a blizzard thinking what an extraordinary life this is. Snow dampens noise and there is nothing more magical than deserted streets all covered in snow.  I stayed out that night until the wee hours.

I have written before about how it is time for me to go and that still remains true.  It’s just that moving out of New York City is a bit like breaking up with a great boyfriend.  Everyone keeps asking, “Are you sure you’re doing the right thing?”  I know from my very core that I am.  I just can’t resist these wistful moments of remembering.  It had gotten so bad during the holidays that I sat down and wrote a list of the 32 things wrong with my apartment.

  1.  Mice

and it continued on.

21.  Living room windows face a brick wall.

31.  Bathroom door never shuts correctly


32.  Monthly Parking $600.00

The monthly parking is paid by my company.  I will never be able to afford such a luxury on my own.   It’s time to move on before I am forced to.

I made the list to eternally remember how it is for those days when the new digs get on my nerves.  The boo hoo moments that will occur when my memories are better than the reality that was.  For now though, I want things to move along.  Tuesday I’ll learn more of what this underwriter is concerned about.  My lawyer said it was paper debt that is common in Co-ops.  I’m holding my breath and waiting for the day when I can look forward to making new memories instead of looking back on the old.  Fingers crossed, it will be in February.


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6 Responses to Neither Here nor There

  1. Gary Holmes says:

    Hang in there. I’m sure it will work out.

  2. LB says:

    Oh my gosh, I have been anxiously awaiting the news that the deal was done! Not nearly as anxious as you, of course. I’m so sorry for the rough road. Having been through a very challenging closing in the past, I have a bit of an understanding of your situation. I’ll keep all fingers and toes crossed, and hope for resolution soon!

  3. nancyspoint says:

    Well moving is usually hard and almost always emotional, at least for me. I’m sorry about the waiting and the stress due to all the paperwork and such. I remember that post you wrote about going skiing in a blizzard. Great memories are so nice to hold onto. Good luck wherever you’re going. Hope to read an update soon.

    • maesprose says:

      Well, I’ve closed and am now packing… the move will come at the end of March. A poorly timed vacation falls in the middle of it all. Have to take life as it plays out!

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