A Miracle on Cornelia Street

Today, the board of my co-op approved the buyer for my apartment in NYC. When I heard the news I started to laugh and cry from the flood of relief. I have been carrying this apt. with me – it's heavy! – and now I can put it down. I'll miss the place. It was my first apt. I loved it and was proud of owning it, of having my own tiny slice of the West Village of Manhattan. But now I can step into the future – which may eventually include a little Spanish bungalow near the beach!