|Bringing Back Holleywood||
Once Covid hit, our brains caught up to reality. We weren't living in Manhattan anymore. We were living in Lakeville. Our NYC apartment had become a very expensive storage unit for stuff we didn’t need anymore. I spoke to Joanne Kaufman of the New York Times about selling our co-op in the Time of Covid and making the brain shift to living full time to Connecticut, while hanging onto a tendril of the cord that ties us to the city-- a tiny 370 square foot apartment on the Upper West Side. Story here.
Today, Donald and I officially become owners of Holleywood. We drive up from New York just for the closing. As we pass the "Welcome to Connecticut" sign, the words take on new meaning. The closing takes place at a law office in Torrington, beneath a picture I can't stop staring at, trying to absorb the fact that the men depicted were contemporaries of the guy who built the house we are buying.
who we are
We are a couple of Upper West Siders from NYC who never set out to buy an old mansion in Connecticut. But the moment we walked through its massive front door, we were smitten. The info on this site is earnestly cobbled from a variety of sources, including the web. Please let us know if we've gotten something wrong, or if there's a story about Holleywood you'd like to share.