I whipped through The New York Times this morning with a tall cup of coffee while sitting on a bench at the Hoboken waterfront. It was delightful. Just enough breeze so the paper wasn’t flying, lots of activity all around, and the river active with boats.
Despite the nutty politics and the controversies over development here, I have never thought of Hoboken as anything less than a treasure in the near decade I’ve lived here. And it gets better every day. The funny thing is, I picked it more for proximity to Manhattan and family in Jersey than for the quality of the lifestyle. The urban thing was brand new to me and I wasn’t sure what to look for.
Thanks to the Law of Attraction, now I know.
