I live in a 93 year-old house in the Minneapolis neighborhood of Prospect Park. Every once in a blue moon I wish I lived in a new house in a new suburban subdivision, one where I'd be long gone by the time house repairs are due, like today's replacement of a dead hot water heater. Wait a minute, I just remembered that one doesn't have to give up all the quirks and charms of city life for a new house, s/he can opt for New Urbanism-inspired developments like Minneapolis' Heritage Park or The ATL's Glenwood Park. Cool. I, however, will stick with 90 year-old+ houses for now. There's just something about them that can't be replicated in new construction....
Posted by wrjacobs at August 25, 2005 04:53 PM | TrackBackI just moved into an apartment in a 90-some year old building myself; I'd considered looking in some of the newer high-rises (the one by St. Anthony Main was especially inviting in its ads) but as soon as I stepped foot into the hardwood-floored plaster-walled french-doored embedded-cabineted locale I'm in now, I knew I was home. I previously lived in a similarly aged residence when I was last in the city, and there's just no substitute for character in a dwelling. I've got friends in newer apartment buildings and their places are so *boring*. No feel to them whatsoever!
Posted by: vix at August 30, 2005 03:44 PM