For Love of Balconies
Iconic balcony scenes: Romeo and Juliet, Michael Jackson dangling his baby over the railing, Prince William and Kate smooching on their wedding day.
Most of us at Condos at 3000 Farnam have balconies. And. We. Love. Them. It's an extension of our homes; a portal to a bird's eye view of the city; our personal oasis overlooking Midtown.
Everyone has their own take on the theme. Some residents have an urban garden. Some a mini kitchen. Some a man-cave, a reading nook, a cozy coffee house, a romantic hide-away.
I work in a windowless basement of a government building. The joke is, since I don't have windows, for all I know it's sunny all the time. I'm trying to decide if that's a sign of optimism or vitamin D deficiency. My office is right in the parameters of the building's tornado shelter, so heaven forbid, if a tornado rolls through, I can continue working. I'm there for you, Taxpayers! 😉
All that mole-life makes me appreciate my balcony all the more. I sit outside most nights with a cup of tea or glass of wine, turn on my Thelonious Monk playlist, and watch the world go by. It's a simple pleasure that is amazingly glamourous. While house-owning friends are doing yard work or killing silverfish in their basements, I'm on my perch, relaxing.
No matter what side of the building you live on, there's a great view. Postcard perfect downtown, the bright lights of Midtown Crossing, fabulous older Midtown homes. There are no bad views here.
The balcony is a sweet seat for the amazing concerts in Turner Park, including Jazz on the Green. Out on the balcony, my sweetie and I have elbow room to dance without the risk of someone cutting in.
And watching fireworks right from the balcony is stunning. It's nighttime artwork in the sky. Sing along with me: Looooove American Style! Truer than the red, white, and blue!
We can see the huge movie screen on Monday movie nights in Turner Park. Okay. It's a little hard to make out exactly what's going on from here, but most flicks are family favorites we've seen several times, so we get the gist of it. It's more than movie watching. It's summer watching.
Balconies don't hibernate during the fall and winter. Stepping out onto the balcony with a steaming cup of coffee on a cold morning to watch the snowfall is a beautiful way to start a winter day. Watching the nightly holiday light and music extravaganza at Midtown Crossing is a holiday tradition here. Hey, Santa, just drop the presents off on the balcony!
Hey, speaking of...I'm patiently waiting for Amazon to offer on-balcony droid deliveries. At that point they'll be no reason to get outta my pajamas and leave the condo.
One night I as I was relaxing on the balcony, I realized that it reminded me of my childhood treehouse. My dad built me a simple, but awesome treehouse (a bit higher in the tree than Mom approved) where I spent HOURS sitting with my farm cats, drawing and listening to my groovy yellow donut radio. Hours and hours and hours. So many hours that by today's standards, my parents should've chatted with the school counselor. That same feeling of being cozy, high up in my own little haven parallels my balcony love today.
We might not be creating iconic balcony scenes here in the building, but we're sure creating wonderful moments of our own.