|Kaler screened porch in Atlanta.|
Last week on my column on Metro.us, I wrote about some of the tiniest spaces in Manhattan. While tiny is a way of life in the big city, so is getting out.
It’s 75 and sunny in Manhattan. On days like today, staying inside is a challenge, if not nearly impossible.
One of the things I miss most about owning a house is my time outside. Whether on the front porch, the screened porch, the backyard, the garden, or anywhere except within the confines of a building, being outdoors was part of a daily routine when weather permitted.
In Atlanta, that was about nine months out of the year. Even if it was too sultry to be in open air with the deadly mosquitoes, the screened porch with a ceiling fan was our outdoor living room.
Apartment living in New York City doesn’t lend itself to that, unless of course outdoor space is in the budget. Considering that a second bedroom wasn’t in ours, a backyard or terrace wasn’t either.
|Kaler patio and backyard in Atlanta|
Magnificent parks and green spaces are plentiful in Manhattan, and we are lucky to have a park on either side of us. Still, even as fantastic as Central Park is, it’s not grilling in the backyard. Once again, with me, it comes back to food.
|Central Park is our backyard. But what about a grill?|
When we lived in Atlanta, we grilled four or five nights each week, probably eight months of the year. It was less mess, and I learned that most any food can be grilled.
Life here is similar. In New York, we order delivery or eat out four or five nights each week, and I’ve learned that most any dish can be found in a neighborhood restaurant, or delivered. That’s even less mess than grilling, but grilling is a whole lot cheaper.
Every night of the week, people dine out in New York City. Even with dozens of restaurants to choose from in a square mile, sidewalk seating can be tough to come by.
|10 Downing in the West Village….any seats?|
I’ve realized that New Yorkers eat out because they need to get out. While living in a tiny apartment day after day and year after year, even the minimalist gets restless.
Cabin fever is a contagious disease in the Big Apple, and living in less space keeps us craving more.
|Big Bogey in the little apartment|