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).