I finally moved to Astoria. So now, this page should no longer be called A Bronx Tale. It should be called A Queens Tale, or it could be called a tale of automobile theft. Or even the tale of the long, drawn-out break-up. I now live on Steinway street with two cats and a dog. I had no idea C-Town could be so nice! Astoria isn't the Upper West Side. Its not completely sanitized. But it doesn't have quite the edge that my neighborhood had. I'm sad to say goodbye to the huge amount of space for 525 a month. Not so sad to be living in a better situation, where my belongings don't get stolen from the street in front of my house in the middle of the night. Glad to be living in a place with kitchen counters. A toilet that flushes the first time. Grunting middle-eastern hookah smoking men instead of an old grunting Italian couple ...okay, I'll call it even on that one. Goodbye Mayor and I'll miss the offers to help clean the cat pee out of my car. Goodbye Arthur Avenue market men who liked my dimples. Goodbye wine trellis, and tartufo and delicious house pinot grogio at my favorite trattoria. Goodbye $1 pizza dough at terra nova. Goodbye dog shit on the street. Goodbye Bronx.