The great thing about living in a rent-stabilized building, in this neighborhood and in this real estate market, is that once you're in, it would take herd of rabid wildebeests to get you out. There isn't a lot of neighbor turnover, so we've been fortunate to get to know and depend on our hallmates over a long period of time. It's just like a cozy, suburban neighborhood, only with a garbage chute in the center of town.
Unfortunately, that's about to change, because two of our favorite neighbors are in states of flux, having had the unmitigated gall of finding True Love.
The first, shockingly enough, is the Hunk Next Door. I mentioned last week that he moved out, but I left out the fact that he now lives with his new wife. (I know ... I was as shocked as you are.) After he lost his job and traveled around the globe for a year, he fell arse-over-kettle for a woman he met, a lawyer. Long story short, they 1) started a non-profit organization devoted to minimizing domestic violence against women, 2) got pregnant (on purpose, he unconvincingly swears), and 3) got married last month. I am having fun thinking of his break-neck transition from sucking Jell-O shots from models' navels to wiping spit-up off his Hugo Boss lapels.
They are a great couple, and they will have a great life together. And judging from its parents, this child's furious beauty will send the masses to their knees in wretched, self-abnegating worship.
The new neighbor is a young woman fresh out of law school. She's just started working for a huge firm and is rarely home. A win-win for us, because we never hear as much as a peep through the adjoining wall. The downside is that she hasn't found the time to set up the wireless web access that we lie poised to poach. Sure wish she'd get on that.