In the late summer of ’83 I saw the Hudson Valley for the first time, driving with a friend who borrowed her parent’s car. On a lark, we stopped at a real estate agent’s office in Columbia County, who showed us four houses. I can talk for hours about this, but the simple fact is I fell in love with the fourth home’s location and, on an impulse, bought the house. The house was a mess and I can talk for hours about that as well.
Initially my weekend home was an escape from the madness of being a Mad Man in Manhattan. I had just returned to the U.S., having spent over five years working internationally, first in London and then Tokyo. The expat life was great; I found returning to New York not so much. As a city kid I never thought watching generation after generation of a red-tailed hawk family to be so rewarding; I never imagined that I would find the countryside so soulful. Germantown became my family’s center, a place of continued growth, celebration, renewal and lots and lots of laughter.
Recently I started spending most of my time living and working here rather than in Manhattan, and so I smile much more now. I so thoroughly enjoy showing and selling homes throughout the Hudson Valley that it really doesn’t feel like work (as it does showing and selling homes in Manhattan). Instead, it feels like I’m sharing my slice of heaven.
For a Brooklyn guy, I’m very lucky to have discovered my fulfillment is just two hours north.