My Goodness, My Guinness
August 14, 2012 § Leave a Comment
We arrived in NYC on Friday, August 10, and immediately began looking for an apartment. Our original plan had been to find a place remotely, from Spokane — but that was a nightmare, largely because nowhere decent would rent sight-unseen. We could have paid a broker five million dollars to act as our proxy, but I hate spending money and anyway, fuck that racket. So instead we hail mary’d, knowing full well that one does not simply move to New York City. Moving to New York City is a hazing ritual; suffering is part of the equation. We needed to be here to get our asses kicked first.
After an arduous and mostly infuriating three-day application process, we ended up renting a studio apartment in the Upper East Side, mostly because we don’t have enough money to move to Brooklyn and pretend we’re poor. It’s a nice place, small but workable. There are plenty of bars and restaurants, the streets rarely smell like urine, and we aren’t far from Central Park, which was my only apartment must-have. Chris was more concerned about the distance to transportation and to grocery stores, because he is reasonable. And so am I, but about different things, for example making sure I’ll have the option of turning the city off when necessary.
I am happy to be here. We still have lots to do, but at least we’re over the first hurdle. The next step is everything, oh boy.
