The apartment is packed up and ready to go.
The movers come on Friday, and thus our six year stint in Bronxville comes to an end. My wife and I moved here in 2006, seeking a happy medium between the city we love and the promise of greener pastures (and more space!) in the suburbs.
On the day we closed on our beautiful co-op in , we also learned that our first child was on the way, making the major life change of a move even more poignant.
Now five years old, our daughter has grown to love “town” – as she calls the – and has made countless happy memories.
The slides at playground, sucking down endless chocolate milks at , and begging to go to , only to leave most of her food uneaten while she table hopped like a socialite.
A second child came along, and while he’s only two, I hope that he’ll have at least a few good memories of this wonderful little Village. He gets no better joy out of life than when he’s dancing with his friend George to Deep Purple or Guns n’ Roses at the .
Those summer evenings will probably be my favorite memories as well.
It was back in 2010 that Bronxville Patch’s first editor, Marisa Iallonardo, approached me to .
Soon I was writing as well, a little column called – a name I always thought a bit odd, but which gave me an opportunity to meet so many amazing people in the Bronxville area.
In order to truly appreciate the place where you call home, you must involve yourself in the stories happening at your doorstep.
The characters, the causes, the faces behind the counter or sitting next to you on the train – each one adds another thread to our connection to the community.
Over six years, I found Bronxville, despite its quirks, to have a strong and vibrant fabric, but it wasn’t until Patch gave me the opportunity to immerse myself in it that I fully appreciated what a special place this is.
That’s all folks – have a great weekend!