About 8 years ago I lived in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would live in Brooklyn. I'm from Long Island, what did I know about Brooklyn. Not that there was anything wrong with Brooklyn it just never crossed my mind until I saw an ad for an apartment that was located in a rent stabilized, pre-war building. I remember when I walked into my apartment before I signed the lease, how at home I felt. That cozy, sense of relief that you can finally kick off your heels and relax feeling. It was only a 1 bedroom apartment but I didn’t need anything more, I was home. It was a short 2 year stay but left a lasting impression of the way my life should be lived. I knew in my heart this is where I wanted to buy a house and grow old in. Life had other plans though. I eventually moved away but I vowed to myself that I would return one day to retrieve my heart and live out my years at "home".