Then & Now

Then & Now: Moving to Brooklyn was hard, but nothing compared to my new neighbors

By Alison  | May 11, 2011 - 1:33PM

When I first bought my one bedroom, one bath co-op in Brooklyn Heights 36 years ago, what I loved most was that it had huge closets--which were necessary in order to live in 790 square feet with a home office, two cats and a husband. 

It was a hard transition to move to Brooklyn, though, as my social life was in Manhattan and I had a hard time getting cabs to take me home and could not afford them very often. 

Though most of my friends still do not live in Brooklyn, I have grown to love my Brooklyn neighborhood and no longer miss my social life in Manhattan. And after 36 years cab fare is not so much an issue as it initially was. I now marvel at how my area is full of trees and beautiful brownstones and appreciate the welcoming doormen that have known me for so long. 

What I loathe most now are the neighbors on either side of me. One has loaned the apartment out to his sister, who likes to sing opera (loudly and badly) at any time of day.

The other side is even worse! A relatively young couple who insisted they wanted a quiet environment when they moved in now have a problem child, school-aged, maybe kindergarten, who screams like he’s being eviscerated, day and night, against our bedroom wall. His parents’ attitude is “talk to the hand."

I complained to the board but they said all they could do is send a letter—they did—and told us “the child will grow up, eventually.” 

In the past, apartment dwellers seemed to understand that they lived in a semi-private setting and couldn’t do whatever they felt like doing, but the younger generations think the only thing that matters is their comfort. This has made me and my husband so miserable we’d move in a New York minute if we could find something comparable. 



Then & Now explores how time illuminates the pros and cons of an apartment--and how what draws people to a place isn't necessarily what keeps them there.

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