The Question (no, not that one)

Jay finally popped "the Question"...... "Where should we live so we can be together when we do decide to, well, be together...?" (While not "The" question, it was still a very good one.)

I like the Long Island life. I went to high school in Manhattan (a.k.a. The Big Apple, The City, and The Place Where Subways Are Easier Than Cars). I lived in an apartment from soon after birth to the age of 30, and moved UP to a house in the suburbs with my car right outside and a little button on my keychain that made the car turn on and get cozy warm in winter before I ventured out.
The garden, the lawn, the hedges - aah, suburbia. Well, I liked the garden; the lawn mowing and hedge trimming got old very early on in my homeowner life as did oil-burner repair bills.

But my job on Long Island wouldn't be there for much longer - there's only so much time you care to toil at company-wide reduced salary in a barely-making-its-bills place that sold stuff that you could get cheaper with a Google search and three clicks. Being a Vice President was nifty, having a varied job with clients I could really help and a staff I adored. A decent wage would be niftier.

Jay, on the other hand, was going from deep-in-debt law-school student when we met to "they gave me yet another raise" status. And even more work was piling onto his desk. His hours had always been long - like from 9am-ish to 9pm-ish, and were getting even longer. When many weeks had multiple 2am leaving times, it became clear that a commute wasn't practical.

There was only one solution. NYC living. Gentlemen, start your bank accounts!

So then, the apartment hunt began, if you find that sort of stuff interesting....