Goodbye 335

Our last box is unpacked and we have officially moved from 335 8th Street, a brownstone in which we lived in three of the four apartments for the past 7 1/2 years.


first bath, 2007

We were laying in bed the other night recounting the memories we have of 335. We actually have a file in our file cabinet labeled 335--full of hateful notes between us and the crazy dog lady who lives upstairs, cards, receipts, sketches of the wall Adam built for Alexandra's room when we moved into the garden apartment, random/funny mail, and a whole separate file within the 335 file of memories of our friend and neighbor, Eric, who abruptly passed away while we were all living at 335.


good-bye party for lisa when she moved to london, 2003

Some monumental 335 moments:
--when the Tower of Lights at the WTC footprint was lit, we could see it from our bed in the 3rd floor apartment at 335
--beginning of War in Iraq one month after we moved into 335
--we both completed our Master's degrees while at 335
--got engaged at 335
--Kat & Eric, our downstairs neighbors, drove us to the train station to get to our wedding the weekend of the Blackout after drinking lots of beer and eating lots of ice cream in the dark the night before at 335
--lost our first pregnancy at 335
--lost Eric while living at 335
--found out Kat was pregnant 2 weeks after Eric died at 335
--water broke in kitchen at 335
--brought Alexandra home to 335
--many a drunken party at 335 (many hosted with Kat & Eric)
--cat boy's existence (the building's ghost) at 335
--the secret hidden grow room behind the sauna at 335
--kitty communication between the apartments at 335
--the paper thin floors at 335
--our gigantic party bathroom (now contradicted by the smallest bathroom ever in this apt!) at 335
--Adam almost getting shot by the crazy dog lady neighbor for looking at the lunar eclipse at 335
--Obama was elected and we watched it with Jen & Mary at 335
--all of our babies conceived at 335
--met biological mom and half-sister, found biological dad while living at 335
--traveled to: Israel, Japan, England, Serbia, Costa Rica, Mexico (twice), Puerto Rico, & India while living at 335 and always so happy to come home
--"Puppy, NO!" "Want some meat cookies?" "Shake, Jack, shake!" and trash rummaging

God, the list goes on.


Christmas Tree, 2005

And even before I moved into 335, it was one of the first places where I hung out when moving to NYC. Kat & Eric were close friends with Virgil, my first friend here, and we'd go to their house to watch the X-Files, eat dinner, and drink beer on rotation every third week. With this in mind, I had been hanging out at 335 for 2 years before I moved into the building. My entire NYC existence revolves around 335.

But it was time to say goodbye to 335, our crazy landlord Gordo, the quirky stained glass/columns and functioning sauna and the history of the building. We have handed over each apartment as we moved out to good friends who will undoubtedly form their own sweet and bittersweet memories there. And, we didn't go far--we moved next door (!)--but our time there was done.

Goodbye 335. We love you and all you added to our lives.


Backyard, 2008