My husband and I live on 81st between Broadway and West End, which is a great neighborhood, and we have a fantastic  apartment.

It's a two-bedroom, two-bath in a postwar building, and while the rent is no bargain, it is full of light, has a roofdeck and doorman.  One of the best things about it--or so we thought upon seeing it--is that it has a south-facing terrace. We imagined weekend mornings outside;  enjoying coffee and the Times; and sitting enjoying the sun and breeze. Except...