In the three years I've lived in New York, I've never owned a lawnmower. Of course I haven't. You don't need a lawnmower when you don't have a backyard and you don't need a backyard when there's a park around the corner.
Sure, my apartment isn't as big as the villas I once shared in New Zealand, but I can vacuum it in 15 minutes and I never have to shovel the drive.
I'm a flighty yo-pro with no kids or commitments: apartment life makes perfect sense. And in a homeland that coined the term "the quarter-acre dream", I'm glad to be winning some supporters.
Prime Minister John Key's recommendation to first-home buyers that they consider buying an apartment is excellent.
I was thrilled to hear he-of-the-velvet-summations, Kevin McCloud, implore Auckland's planners to fight urban sprawl.