I think I've already mentioned here that I recently started a new job for a company that's located in Tribeca. The good news is that I'm enjoying the work (not to mention the view), which is much more interesting/satisfying/creative than my old job (and my old view); I'm also enjoying the neighborhood, which is much more interesting than my old neighborhood, which was located over a "hellmouth" in midtown Manhattan. I've had my doubts in the past, but apparently what they say about #itgetsbetter can sometimes be true in certain contexts. The only bad thing about working in Tribeca, of course, is that of course I now want to live in Tribeca. It's like the "Le Marais" of New York City. To go there is to want to dissolve into its essence forever. You may love your neighborhood -- as I love Washington Heights -- but the second you start walking around Tribeca, you can't help but wonder what you could have done differently in your life if it would have meant living here. Seriously, look at how charming the buildings are and how happy everyone is to be in their midst. "I love this place!" -- bearded guy in the yellow hat. "Lol, me too" -- woman in hooded coat. "We demand to live in Tribeca" -- Dante, Zephyr, and Elektra, who recently formed a union. The truth, however, is that we would need at least $100 million to be able to afford Tribeca in "this market," and we don't have more than $75 million at our disposal :(
"For now we will cross our hands and pray" -- the garden statue, who secretly wants to move to Tribeca also.