If not here, where?
My man and I have been asking each other this question with increasing regularity. For a lot of reasons not the least of which is because the freight on an extra bedroom in Park Slope gives me a nosebleed to contemplate.
And for what?
To be surrounded by the most odious (and alternately gemütlich) people on the planet?
To have my calendar overrun with Food Coop shifts and cooperator meetings of the Lake Huntington Summer Community and emergency redecorate the lobby meetings of our apartment coop?
Because, God help me, I can't see myself anywhere else?
Yeah, that's why.