Getting close to nirvana in a Manhattanite's ongoing quest for storage space.
It began with an old 286 computer like this. It was huge. We’d plug in a floppy disk with a mortgage calculating program that would crash the computer every other time we’d run it.
Apartment hunting was a part-time job. To this day I can walk past buildings on the Upper West Side and remember those long-ago peeks into private lives.
Becoming--to my astonishment--a homeowner. A Manhattan homeowner that is--constantly searching for more space! And guess what? We find it! Under that white space above that kitchen counter.
Moving in-although you can tell from the ladder that we're still finishing the renovations. Life always moves just a little faster than your contractor!
Do you have any idea how complicated a staircase can be? And what that means in a race against time? Meaning contractor vs. baby? What happens, as it so often does, when the great partiers become ... parents.
How having office space helped convince my managers to let me become the kind of worker I wanted to be: a telecommuting mama!