Amidst the myriad of changes that have happened in 2016 – the birth of my granddaughter (oh hooray!) and the presidential election (omg!), to name a few – is another, worthy of note. My daughter sold her Brooklyn co-op.
She bought it a while after graduating from college. At the time there were good reasons for her to move there – a job opportunity, friends in Manhattan, new adventures; and some undeniable reasons for procrastination – the unknowns of a new job and city, leaving the comfort of family, and most of all, living alone. I knew she was up to it, and admired, I suppose, the freedom for reinvention she had at that stage of her life. So, in response to her announcement that she would move only if she purchased a place, off we went. That weekend we made the trip, found her co-op, she made an offer, and the deal was done. Unexpected? – oh yes.
That was 2005. I remember our surreal drive from Boston for her move, and making our way back home without her. Marlene used to say that our children bring us along and I balked then at the concept. I see the truth to it now. She moved in and never looked back. As for me, I got the gift of seeing my daughter flourish and visited as often as I could without becoming a nuisance, happily experiencing this new, now favorite city for myself. Yes, I've definitely been brought along.
Where will she take me next? Where ever it is, I'm in.
Continuing my homage to life events – pattern writing for my latest knit design, a cardigan named Brooklyn, is currently underway. Publication is planned for next week, updates to follow.
Update – Brooklyn published 11/30/2016.