Dreams Reborn

I wrote a post two months after my diagnosis called Dreams Forsaken in which I mourned the loss of certain intertwined dreams because of cancer, namely my ability to have another child and to have a weekend home that would facilitate raising three children in the city. I declared then that I was done making plans and having dreams, that I had to grieve what I had lost, although I did have the presence of mind to acknowledge that one day I might be able to dream once more. Even as I wrote those words, I never thought I would dare to dream big again. Back then, my idea of dreaming big was getting a dog or planning a trip to Disney World. I could not conceive of a scenario where I could really dream about something more significant in the future that involved true risk and uncertainty for it felt like cancer was risky and uncertain enough and that it would completely dictate and indeed inhibit any future I had. No, the last two years have been primarily about getting through the days, weeks and months, about putting one foot in front of the other and living in the moment.

But that is no longer so true.

To that point, I have very exciting news, which I feel I can finally share broadly. And no, unfortunately, it is not the shocking discovery that the scans showing mets in my lungs are in fact someone else’s scans – I wish. The news is that Josh and I have signed a contract to purchase the apartment next door for the purpose of combining it and our current apartment to create a 2,529 square foot abode that will likely feature 4.5 bedrooms (two of which will be master bedrooms) and 3.5 baths. For those of you who are not aware of the nature of New York City real estate, the opportunity to purchase a neighboring apartment and combine is a highly coveted one and one upon which people pounce (assuming they can cobble the money together for the purchase), not just to assuage the need for space but also for investment purposes. That opportunity is even more unique in a well-constructed, historically significant and landmarked building, as is the case here. The influx of money by foreign investors who find New York real estate to be a safer depository for their wealth than their home countries’ banking systems has driven real estate prices up to levels that are unfathomable to those who do not live in this great city. It has also pushed purchasers out of Manhattan and into the less expensive surrounding boroughs, particularly Brooklyn (which is where I live). More

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