In the past, living in Manhattan was AMAZING and TERRIBLE. Period.
It was amazing because of the vibe, the inspiration, the lower east side, the east village, the restaurants, the bars, the FOOD, the street noise, the people, the subway, and the never-ending list of things to do. I loved just being there. Walking down Orchard Street or sitting, perched on a bench on Avenue A with a bagel and cream cheese, people-watching.
However, things were not 100 percent rosy 100 percent of the time. The apartment aspect was tough. Whether you spend 1000 or 3000 a month, it's always pretty trying. My first apartment was only 950/monthly and a dream come true for a recent college grad. I could live in Hells Kitchen, close to my work for under 1k a month? I'll take it! So I did...BUT, it was also an illegal sublet which basically meant that I had to hide from the landlady who lived in the building housing only 10 apartments for 4 months. Not fun. Also, I'm pretty sure the place was haunted. Oh, and it was above the subway, with my only windows positioned at a bus stop. Buses run 24 hours a day. I did not sleep for 4 months.
My second apartment was the best one. It was a 3 bedroom in a hi-rise with a doorman and a roof deck. I had 2 roommates and Jeff was actually one of them for a few months. The only downside at all was the sharing a TV/living room/kitchen/fridge/bathroom/everything fairly between 3 people. Not stepping on anyone's toes was like an olympic event in that place. Also, I apparently did not take any pictures of this place in the 1.5 years that I lived here. Annoying!
Whoa. Bad hair day. |
What a slob! But please note: this was a huge bedroom for me at the time. |
Also considered "big" in NYC. |
Our mini office. With a window looking onto a brick wall. |
A very New York Christmas |
Couch was replaced by bar stools shortly after this photo was taken. |
The hallway that separated us from our wacky neighbors. |
Our last place was supposed to solve all of our problems. It had a HUGE outdoor deck, so that we could feel free and not boxed up. It had an upstairs office, separated from our downstairs mini kitchen, mini living room, mini bedroom and bath. It was also on the 5th floor of a walk-up building. Hellooo exercise! This place was clean, renovated and actually pretty awesome. The only real setback was that we were too darn big for it. Remy had no place to run or play and the freedom deck was not as amazing as we'd hoped. It faced inwards and kinda felt like a jail. Oh, and I could hear my neighbors burp. Thanks, paper-thin-walls.
I do think that if we'd never gotten Remy (our lives would be awful) we would probably still be in the city. There are TONS of normal not-pet -friendly apartments that would have worked for us. But I'm glad we didn't live that life. Remy is our everything and our house and town that we live in now is unreal, amazing. Ultimately, I'm thankful that things went the way they did but I still can't wait for our month back in time. Back to when we lived in a tiny space. In a walk-up building. Surrounded by restaurants and a bajillion people. This one month trip is going to be so amazing and I can't wait!
xoxo
L