Questions, questions.
How can you tell if a place just isn’t right for you?
When do you decide you’ve had enough?
At what point do you tell yourself, I’ve given this a fair shake, and I don’t like it, and at least now I know?
We don’t like it here. We just don’t. It’s not the house. We love the house. It’s everything else.
We’re terrible homeowners. The constant deterioration of one’s home and the resulting need for regular maintenance fills us with panic. We resent the weekends being used up by trips to Home Depot or the nursery.
We’re farther from both our families. Our days of getting free babysitting from the grandparents are over. Henry misses them.
I never realized how much I would hate not being able to walk to something.
There’s so much else. But in the end what it comes down to is: it’s not Brooklyn. Which I knew, moving in! Didn’t I know that? Why am I so surprised? I suppose because I lived in the suburbs growing up, and thought I knew what I was getting myself into.
We’re thinking of returning to Brooklyn and renting. Finding a place we can afford in a good school district may actually be impossible for us, but we’re looking into it.
I feel like a failure. We will undoubtedly take a loss on this place. All I can think is, why did we move? Why did we listen to everyone else telling us we had to leave the city, and not to ourselves?
Or are we being premature? Should we tough it out? When do you really know something isn’t right?










August 7, 2006
Reader Comments (160)
I think you should follow your gut. Some people are simply city people, and that's where they belong.
Is it a big loss? Can you recoup it later?
"...and next time I'll be listening to my gut."
how 'bout that? :)
Personally, I think it is a little premature to move back, but I understand the feeling of wanting to.
It is HARD to meet new people, to be in a new place. It took us awhile after we moved from TX to NC to meet people and feel like we belonged there. And when we finally did move back (at two years), we missed it.
I say give it a bit more time to really see how things are.
I agree that it takes longer than a few months to get over the trauma of moving, especially if you did love where you were.
And if you still hate it after a year you can undo it then. And you should.
You'll be okay. There are no mistakes, just stuff that you try and you find out you either like it or you don't. Either way, you found out! Don't beat yourself up.
Assvice? Give it a whole year at least.
Also, I have to agree with everyone who says it takes longer than 12 weeks to adjust. I know life is short, but the effects of snap decisions can be long. Give it just a little more time, and if you're still unhappy, then move with a clear conscience.
Life is too short to be unhappy over where you live. Esp. when the place you love to live is so close. I have to say I was FLABBERGASTED when I heard you had moved to Jersey. So I am completely unsuprised that you hate it and want to go home. Yes, HOME. Brooklyn, New York - it is your home. Go there. Now. Go. Go. Go. Who cares if you take a loss. Cultivate happiness wherever you can.
BTW - Jordan just had a son. He already has a daughter. Isaac and Esther - YIKES. He says hello. He was sad to learn that Singing Alice is non longer singing, but blogging.
Moving is EXTREMELY hard on children. Moving twice in an extremely short period of time can be devastating.
Talk to a financial advisor and see how deep the hole will be that you'll need to dig yourself out of with Henry's potential college money.
Damn I sound like a bitch. I want desparately to live somewhere else, but I have to make sure that I don't get in such a hole that I can no longer contribute to my 3 year old's 529. And the dog has to pass, too.
However, the unhappiness with home-ownership is something I can relate to way too well. The constant fight against entropy still gets me down, and we've owned our house for six years. We've made many (many) changes to it that made entropy keep a tad more of a distance, but it's a never-ending battle.
That said, after we figured out how to keep the house from actually deteriorating before our very eyes, we were both able to really enjoy living in it. We were able to relax, finally, without feeling like the city would evict us for being bad homeowners (I hear that they never do this, but some part of me fears that they do, regardless of all logic). So, even for someone as neurotic (and ill-equipped for home-maintenance) as I am, it worked out ok.
As many other people have said, 3 months is not long enough to really adjust. A year goes by very quickly, really, and it really does take at least a year to settle in, make some friends and feel at home.
I moved to the Bay Area from the DC suburbs several years ago--thought I was going home because I was born there. It turned out to be a very, very difficult move. I was a single parent with two young kids (4 & 6), one of whom turned out to have Tourette's and maybe Asperger's.
I had grossly underestimated how much more expensive it would be to live there, I thought my mother would be more helpful than she was.
I stayed there 3 years and ultimately moved back to DC. But after the first year I did feel at home there, I found a church (Unitarian, I'm not usually a churchgoer) which supported me, made friends and really loved the place.
I moved back to DC because I ended up having to send my older son back to live with his father, the schools there sucked and I wasn't going to stay all the way on the other side of the country from my son.
But if I hadn't had kids, I would have stayed and been very happy there.
It seems like you primarily left the city for financial reasons. Completely understandable. In the lives of most citydwellers, there comes a point at which you have to decide exactly how much it's worth to you to live in the city.
Is it worth having only one child? Living in a tiny space? Going back to work full-time while your child is young? It's not easy to figure this stuff out, but it's really important. One good question to ask yourself is, If money weren't an issue, would you still have left the city?
You've been given a lot of good advice here. I am in favor of giving it at least a year. It doesn't sound like it's akin to someone shoving bamboo shoots under your nails on a daily basis. You can do almost anything for a year. Other than that, my only real suggestion is to get creative. There are a million ways to live your life. This is America; money is out there for the making.
What about spending the next year really trying to write something and get published? It's not farfetched at all; look at your comments, your loyal readers. Someone PAID for you to go to Amsterdam on the strength of your blogging. You are something of a celebrity.
Other options: what about training to do something lucrative over the next year? You could possibly take part-time classes at a local community college. Could you become a court reporter? Would you want to?
The idea of renting out your house and renting in the city is also interesting. Certainly worth a phone call to your accountant to check for feasibility.
One last thing: how about planning for yourself a "city day" once a week or so (or whatever fits into your schedule)? It'd be a regularly-scheduled time when you'd plan on being in the city. It's also a good way of checking your own progress; if it stops being a fun jaunt and starts to become a pain in the ass, you'll know you're adjusting.
Best of luck with whatever you do.