To a dee-lightful apartment, in the skiiii

15
Jun
2009

After a fair amount of consideration, I have decided to move to a new apartment. There were a number of reasons for this decision, but the main ones were noise and location. My current apartment, while fairly nice, is in a building with constant loud noise at all hours ranging from the tap dancing / furniture moving / domestic violence loving family upstairs to the screaming partiers in apartment 2b. While there are no guarantees in a city like New York, I feel confident the new apartment will be at least somewhat quieter (at the very least from above. I will be on the 6th floor with no one above me). The other major reason is location. I find that I spend my life on the subway heading down to the Village and Chelsea where I do much of my hanging out with friends. My new location is on 22nd and 8th ave, right there. I will be able to walk to the vast majority of places I go all the time, and the subway is one short block away. The room is more expensive, but I am in a much more stable financial position than I was 6 months ago, so I figured what the hell. My new roommate seems very nice, and she is around my age which is an added bonus.

The Great White North

23
Feb
2009

I am happy to report that I now have found an apartment, and I will be moving in at the end of the week. The people I will be sharing with seem very cool, and the apartment setup is quite nice as each room is separated by common space, and there is a living room, dining room and kitchen. It is at 143rd street, higher north than I have ever lived in Manhattan, but timing it to where I normally seem to spend a lot of my time (around 14th street), it is only about 30 minutes (versus 45 from where I was in Brooklyn). And the subway is less than a five minute walk from the apartment. When people ask what neighborhood I live in, I jokingly refer to it as Canada, which everyone but my friend Sivan seems to appreciate. She tells me it is offensive, but I think of it this way: It is offensive if you think being Canadian is offensive, which I don’t (except maybe for Les Québécois with their insistence on French only signage).

Need to move on…

18
Feb
2009

I have spent a lot of time on my new site recently, and not enough hunting for apartments. I fear that I am overstaying my welcome where I am, but have no place to move to yet. I have applied at a couple of places but have yet to hear back. I have to be out of my friend Sivan’s palce in the next few days because she is starting a major bathroom renovation project. I have to figure something out and soon. Everyone seems to think there a lot of apartments out there, but no one seems to actually know of anything specific. And the few leads I have followed from people have been dead ends with no response. Alas. I will redouble my efforts to find something tomorrow…