Home Details for 11 5th Avenue

You know the exhale. The one that happens somewhere past the Tappan Zee, when the skyline finally disappears from your rearview and the river gets wider and the trees get taller and your jaw — quietly, without you noticing — stops clenching. That exhale has a home now. Open the door and the house greets you the way old friends do — low-lit, warm, unhurried. Beamed ceilings run overhead like something out of a memory you haven't made yet. A wood-burning fireplace waits for the first cold night. Hardwood floors carry the soft creak of a home that has actually been lived in, and loved. Somewhere, a clock ticks. You already feel quieter than you did five minutes ago. The kitchen is the kind you end up hosting in by accident — a breakfast bar that catches conversation, a glass of wine, the Sunday paper, the neighbor who "just stopped by." Three bedrooms stretch out behind it, quiet as held breath. A walk-in closet. Two full baths. A foyer that feels like a real pause between the world out there and the world in here. Downstairs, the full basement — concrete bones, honest square footage — is a blank page waiting for whatever version of you is coming next. Pottery studio. Home gym. Record room. Wine cellar. The novel. The band. The business. Step outside and the .28-acre lot opens like a slow breath. Established plantings. A driveway that fits five. And then, the line that stops every buyer in their tracks: a three-car garage. For the project car. For the woodshop. For the kayaks, the bikes, the dream you've been shelving for a decade because there was nowhere to put it. Central air for the green months. Hot-water baseboard heat for the ones that aren't. A fireplace holding the space between. And the whole time — this is the part that feels almost unfair — you're only 65 miles from Manhattan. A little over an hour by car. Fifteen minutes to the Metro-North platform at Beacon. Ten minutes to Stewart International when you want to be anywhere else by dinner. Minutes to the Newburgh waterfront, where the Hudson widens and the lights of Hudson Taco, Billy Joe's Ribworks, and Blu Pointe shimmer off the water beneath the Highlands. Saturdays belong to Storm King Art Center, Washington's Headquarters, Black Rock Forest, Chadwick Lake Park, the cider houses, the orchards, the farm stands — the whole slow, romantic, golden-hour version of life that people move up here for. You didn't come this far to keep renting someone else's ceiling. You came for this.

• House Interior

  • Beamed Ceilings
  • Breakfast Bar
  • Built-in Features
  • Entrance Foyer
  • Recessed Lighting
  • Walk-In Closet(s)

• Heating Information

  • Baseboard
  • Hot Water

• Basement

  • Full
  • Unfinished

• Cooling Information

  • Central Air

• Water Features

  • Public

• Utilities

  • Electricity Connected

• Parking

  • Driveway