You know those places you walk by every single day and can’t help but imagine your life inside? For me, that place is 110 W 13th Street—a picture-perfect New York townhouse tucked into the heart of Greenwich Village, just a short walk from my Chelsea apartment.
I swear, every time I pass by, I slow down and loiter at the front stairs and dream about what it would be like to call this place home.
Why This Townhouse Is a Total Dream
First, let’s talk about the façade. The red brick, the classic black shutters, and that door—it’s straight out of a Nancy Meyers movie. But what really gets me? The quintessential NYC stoop, just waiting for someone (me) to sit there with a morning coffee, pretending not to notice the occasional passerby snapping a photo.
Then there’s the fact that it’s a single-family townhouse, which in Manhattan is basically like owning a unicorn. Five stories of pure luxury, an elevator (because let’s be real, my dream self is not climbing that many flights of stairs in heels), and a stunning private garden that feels like a secret slice of the West Village tucked behind those iron gates.
Inside the Ultimate Greenwich Village Townhouse
I obviously did a little (okay, a lot) of Zillow stalking, and the interiors? A masterpiece. Think soaring ceilings, a parlor floor made for hosting very chic dinner parties, and fireplaces that make you want to curl up with a vintage book you bought at The Strand (but never actually read). The kitchen is one of those modern-meets-classic spaces, complete with a marble island where I’d 100% pretend to be the kind of person who bakes on Sundays.
And then there’s the primary suite—an entire floor of the house, because why settle for one room when you can have a whole level dedicated to your fabulous life? A dreamy walk-in closet (Carrie Bradshaw would approve), a spa-like bathroom, and the kind of city views that make you pinch yourself every morning.
Living the Dream (In My Imagination, for Now)
Obviously, this townhouse comes with a price tag that’s not exactly in my budget (or in the budget of 99% of New Yorkers), but that’s not the point. Dream apartments are meant to be swooned over, pinned to our Pinterest boards, and used as inspiration for the someday-when-I-win-the-lottery moment.
Until then, I’ll keep strolling past 110 W 13th Street, coffee in hand, daydreaming about that front stoop and the impossibly chic life I’d live inside.
And who knows? Maybe one day I’ll be writing this from my future townhouse. A girl can dream, right?
I can just imagine sitting out in this garden during the summer, soaking up the sunshine and reading a novel or drinking Aperol Spritz with friends as we reminisce about our college days.
