Living LargeThe Dakota, The Apthorp, and The Ansonia.
I doubt I will ever call one of them home. Though I did sign the lease for my current cozy space in the lobby of The Ansonia. We met with our broker there, perched on hard couches that looked mostly ornamental, and signed our life away.
What we signed up for was a modest two-bedroom in a building with an airshaft instead of a courtyard, a building that doesn't have a name, let alone one that begins with "The - ".
But that's ok. Good things have been known to happen in humbler digs.
"He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn." (Luke 2:5-7)