PART I
60 Days Left
IT’S A COMMONPLACE that New Yorkers only want to talk only about real estate, but in my experience, this isn’t true. Sometimes they want to talk about things that are wholly unrelated to housing. I, unfortunately, have lost the ability to discuss anything else since learning this past spring—while I was sick with COVID—that my landlords were putting my apartment up for sale.
A mad scramble ensued, some of which was documented in this very magazine.1 Long story short, we could not afford to buy our apartment at the top of the bubble, but some other dum-dums could, and last week, they did. We now have 60 days to find a new place, which is, I realize, not the worst thing that’s ever happened to…