I lived at the townhouse at 184 Sixth Avenue between Spring and Prince Streets.
I was a student at NYU Law School.
I miss my youth. I miss that feeling of being near my school, Washington Square park, and the curious relationship between myself and the rawness of the neighborhood, part Italian families, part warehouse industrial and new bars opening every month.
Nothing bad about it at all.
I gentrified during my life, leaving Soho to Sutton Place while working in a FiDi (not yet so named) Wall Street law firm.
Going to the only 2 bars around, the Spring St. Bar and the Prince St. bar. Then every 3 months another bar would open and we get in easily, until they got their liquor license and they got so busy. But a new bar started up immediately.
I remember going to a newstand and reading a headline, "New Neighborhood Soho. I wondered where that was. Lo and behold, I learned that was the new name for where I was living.