Whenever I'm on a body of water, whether crossing the bay in a ferry or in a swan shaped paddle boat in a shallow pond, I'm reminded of my childhood wish. My nine-year-old self fully expected that Prince Caspian of Narnia would sail up in his ship, The Dawn Treader, take me on board, realize my superiority over all the other nine-year-olds on earth and marry me. I imagined living with him on his ship, the dragonhead on the prow, the red and white striped sails, our cozy cabin with a hammock that we would share. My imagination was not able to get past the "share the hammock” part, but dwelled more in how I would learn to pee in a chamber pot while the sea rolled the ship around. I would do this without spilling and without waking the Prince. I would travel to the edge of the sea and meet Aslan; I would do so many wonderful things in that groovy land that I didn't ever have a Plan B. Now I'm a receptionist in a highrise and look out at the sea all day--the Dawn Treader never comes, but I do get catered lunch.
Bridget Schwartz has a fantastic apartment.