Rokeby House Calls Me
I am not sure why but I am fascinated by Rokeby House, a crumbling 195 year old, 43 room house set on 420 rolling acres in on the landmark Hudson River where old money once cavorted.
I guess I have visions of The Great Gatsby and Hotel New Hampshire dancing in my head.
Part of the allure is that this place is so different from what I know, mysterious and magical. One of the few privately own estates left in the area, there seems to be a constant struggle to make ends meet through haymaking, rents from the disparate band of artists, organic farming and as a set for filmmakers, photo shoots (having recently been used as the backdrop for the current Anthropologie catalogue) and weddings.
I crave a creative life but I am not bohemian and the somewhat communal style of living is not my cup of tea- I value my privacy and my personal space.
But the history, the vistas, the romance of uncertainty, the opportunity to explore a whole different world….
It would be a great place to take a breather and lose oneself.
AngryEgg 