Sunday, June 22, 2008
I lived in Manhattan for 15 years and adored it. When I left, I was kicking and screaming, even though we were just moving 7 minutes by subway away to Hoboken. We needed a house, we wanted a child, and we found this glorious 1860's brick rowhouse full of secrets, like fireplaces behind the wood paneling we tore down, rosettes on the ceilings, and gorgeous wide plank floors hidden under orange shag carpeting! Jeff and I built the house up from scratch, and even put in a time capsule under the stairway. But the thing that I love the most is our little urban backyard.
You can't really see, but from the deck, you go down four steps and there is a kidney shaped bluestone area bordered by wild flowers, plants, lilac trees and potted veggies, then in the back is our garden, with a small iron table and two chairs. Everything is surrounded by a six ft. high weathered wood fence for privacy.
We have a peach tree in the back, raspberries, argula, tomatillas, three kinds of peppers, three kinds of tomatoes, and rampant wild flowers.
Now, of course, Hoboken is run by a truly corrupt mayor who has bankrupt the city (literally) and really deserves to be in jail, much like the mayor before hm (who DID go to jail.) The city is talking about raising property taxes astronomically with a new assessment of everyone. We could afford our house back in the 90s when no one wanted to live in Hoboken, and now that everyone does, the value has skyrocketed, which makes me very, very nervous about all of this. I felt so panicked and worried, that I spent all morning in the backyard trying to soothe myself down and convince myself that no, we will not have to pick up stakes and move to Thumbprint, Arizona. (no offense to Arizona intended.)
Sigh. Anyone know anything about reassments and also, how to fight them? And more importantly, anyone got any Valium?