Walking around village a little while ago - every store we walked into was packed! Spot, Treehouse, Spoiled Rotten. Sitting in Spot, enjoying iced coffee (overdue, to fight headache, surely not because we just saw "Ratatouille"), sharing the s'mores with G (verdict: hard chewy, sweet), and it occurred to me that our moving to Clarence is ... (analogies follow, please substitute local equivalent)

- moving from Morningside Heights in "the city" to Queens
- sure you can come shop and such in the city, but then make sure you plan out the bathroom locations and commute time, like right now I would be stuck on on the LIE
- you're happy to be part of the special hustle and bustle in the city, but then you have to slink away to your quiet home
- I bet, eventually, the hustle and bustle feels crowded and noisy, and the quiet expanse of lawns feels liberating, and I morph into THAT thing, the suburbanite (G asked me last night, what is the sub-parb?).

Japanese Garden, Historical Society, July 2007

... living in village/Buffalo (in no particular order),

1. public school system, especially bureaucratic administrators
2. parking, lack of, tickets (especially the one time you forget to alternate park on your own street)
3. Elmwood Avenue car traffic, including double-parked cars, waiting for left turning cars, poorly timed lights
4. crime
5. constant sirens (police, fire, ambulance)
6. absence of Dunkin' Donuts
7. lack meaningful public transportation
8. city hall, and I don't mean the architecture

...living in village/Buffalo, (not necessarily in any particular order)

1. friendly neighbors and friends
2. good eats, drinks
3. nice parks
4. sidewalks for walking and gawking
5. historical architecture (commercial and residential)
6. short travel time to and from hockey, baseball, theatre, museums, botanical gardens, zoo
7. sewer system
8. garbage totes
9. gardens and small yards
10. low property taxes, inexpensive housing
11. firemen who look good and fit, in addition to being heroic
12. (e:strip)

Tifft Nature Preserve, November 2006

Here is our home, in its summer glory. I just spent an hour talking to our next-door neighbor, who is like my 2nd mom, outside in the hot sun, just because that's the kind of neighborhood it is. She was gardening the island, I was taking this pic, and we started talking, and talking...



In response to (e:leetee) comment about house history, we are fortunate to be friends and neighbors with the family who lived in this house for 50+ years. They tell us stories and even showed us photos of the house. Isn't that awesome?!

We took family trip to Toronto on Monday for Yankees game b/c my father-in-law is huge Y fan, and that's his Father's Day present. Guess what celebrity showed up before the game and is on the big-screen in this pic below? David Beckham! That made my day.

6 years in our almost-ex-house and 4 years in rental apartments in the Elmwood neighborhood - now we're packing it up, purging the rest, and moving to the 'burbs. The only Elmwood THING I refuse to give up is East West Yoga, so I'll make "city Saturdays" - come to class, shop, drink coffee.

Why - we live too far from my in-laws to be able to help them - their health is declining. So we're cramming in our stuff into the 2 upstairs bedrooms of their 41 year old house and chucking the rest (which is crap anyway).

When - now, as soon as I stop procrastinating, no later than this weekend. It'll take longer to really clear out all our junk, but we'll move all the need-to-live junk with us by Sunday night. Seriously.

A real estate agent called us today, a friend of our neighbor. I'm sure she's being friendly and kind to help us MOVE along in the process, but really we're not ready to face the market. First of all, there's no financial incentive since we'll have no housing costs in the 'burbs. Second, we're lazy. It's just so much work to make the house look presentable. We are getting fix-up work done right now, so we're not totally HGTV ignorant, but I don't want to hear the agent say, why didn't you put in a second bathroom? Seriously, just let me get my new life under way, live with my in-laws, one of whom has Alzheimer's, commute twice as long to work when the school year starts, help my 6 year old adjust to a new neighborhood and school (ok, I confess this is no work at all, the next 12 years of her education will be a vacation compared to our 3 years in Buffalo public schools), and when that's all squared away, I still refuse to worry about buyers who won't love what I love about this house.

We will find someone who loves this house and the history of the house and the families who lived here, just like we did.