The flurries of winter have always had a way of transforming the world, casting a hush over the bustling city streets where I grew up. I stand here now, on the familiar sidewalk of my childhood, gazing at the red-brick facade of the house that cradled all my earliest memories. It’s draped in a delicate veil of snow, each flake a whisper of days gone by.
With a deep breath, I capture the scene in my heart, the crisp air mingling with nostalgia. I’ll carry this place with me, not just in my mind, but etched in who I am. I whisper a silent goodbye to the house at 11 Bank Street in New York City that will always feel like home, no matter where life takes me.
February 2024
I’ll bet it’s gorgeous inside too!
It sure is! This is 11 Bank Street, NYCwhere I grew up in the ground floor apartment. The interior was completely renovated starting in 2020. The hallway leading upstairs is totally femme, as I chose the paint color, Razzle Dazzle. 🙂
Holy! It’s absolutely stunning! What a beautiful place to grow up in! 🙂
It was better in the 1980’s, before everyone got so pretentious. But yes, it was an amazing place to grow up. 🙂