Over the
years, I had
become increasingly unhappy about
the
expanding sprawl in the New York metro area and especially on Long
Island. I grew up on Long Island, and I missed the sense of community.
Communities had, more or less, fixed boundaries. As the population
increased, housing developments sprouted up wherever there was empty
land, and communities spilled over into each other. This was especially
true of school districts, which did not follow community boundary
lines, but expanded to wherever the people were.
Sandy grew up in a 3 room apartment in Brooklyn, so, to her, Long Island was the
next thing to heaven. She enjoyed her surroundings, and saw nothing
wrong with the increasing number of people, houses and shopping centers
using up all the land. It was better than what she had come from. In
fact, having a house, rather than an apartment, with her own piece of
land, and no upstairs neighbors, was a delight.
Finally,
when the business had to be sold, she agreed that we should
move. It was a very tough decision for her, leaving the life she knew
and the friends and family she loved.
We decide to stay in New York State and wanted to remain within easy
driving distance of Brooklyn, where her family lived. We took day trips
and looked at communities along the Hudson, but I was sure that the
sprawl would soon reach there.
We
hadn't planned on going to Binghamton, but it fit my requirements -
a small city, the center of its region, and not a suburb of NYC. At
that time, Libby lived there, so we were at least slightly familiar
with the area.
With great trepidation, and no source of income, we moved. |