NEW YORKERS: moving to a bigger Block ! 1. Moving Effing Sucks. I’ve been in this apartment for about two years. My friend Tony found it for me when life seemed all too chaotic and overwhelming. I was a new mom, shuffling back and forth between court dates to try to secure my custody of Ben and totally confused about where to live. I legally was bound to this tiny island even though I think I’ve always dreamed of raising my offspring in the kind of place that permits a rope swing hanging from a tree, a ton of grass with dandelions, and a giant tree that flowers in Spring. At the time Ben was born I was living in a particularly snobbish building on the Upper East Side to tend to my then boyfriend’s particularly snobbish taste. I hated every second of being there from the time my son was born. Aside from it being over-priced, I was by far the youngest mom in the building (by at least a dozen years), and I remember hearing someone in the elevator on