First things first. I've accomplished my primary mission: to find an apartment in NYC. It was more difficult that I thought it would be, but luck, it would seem, had my back.
I literally booked a flight, threw my checkbook in a bag, and headed to NYC to find apartments. I'm not joking; that was my plan. In hindsight, this turned out a lot like the time I hopped on a plane to Kristy's wedding with no real plans and arrived to my surprise at a tiny airport with whicker chairs and, literally, no public transport. I'm using the old definition of literally; there wasn't even a taxi stand.
Anyway, turns out I showed up here way to early to get an apartment for May. Most of the apartments on StreatEasy and craigslist were for either Right Now, or April. Also, brokers want more paperwork than a checkbook. They dont even take personal checks. They want consecutive pay stubs, W2s, bank statements, and letters of recommendation. Lots of letters of recommendation. Like they thought my current apartment complex was going to bother writing a letter for me.
The thing that saved me was that I found a 'housing wanted' section of craigslist where people who need apartments are the ones who post the ad. Seemed kind of backwards but I threw something up there on a whim. Turns out that saved my ass, because exactly one of the responses ended up being perfect. I got a temporary sublet on a two bedroom apartment in an area with young people where I can commute to work on the subway in a reasonable amount of time and I can keep my car in an off-street space.
It was rather amazing how much the entire trip changed for me as soon as I wired the deposit. Previously I was quite stressed and questioning my overall game plan here. I started to wonder if I really liked new york for itself, or if I just liked the fact that it wasn't seattle. I mean, so far my favorite things about it are the simple facts that a subway system exists and people know how to cross the fucking street. I'm not even joking; those are my two favorite things right now. Anyway. The moment my living space was secured Everything became Awesome. All the fun I've had since was just gravy.
So now that all that is solved, what to do with my last night here? I tried going to a comedy show last night, but it was a very small venue, and apparently in venues that small all of the comics make crowdwork (making fun of people in the audience) most of their show. I narrowly escaped being ridiculed because I ended up at the same table with a nice Venezuelen couple and the comics all assumed I was their light skinned Venezuelan friend, and apparently couldn't think of anything funny about that. My real Venezuelen friend is going to be quite amused when he finds out about that.
Tonight...idk. I think I'm going to go find some pho, and then find another comedy show.
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