After spending the night in Toronto last Wednesday, I flew out the following morning to New York with the intent of spending several days at a friend’s before signing for an apartment. It turns out that the hunt went by much faster than I had thought. I spent most of Thursday afternoon with a broker only to find myself bored with the convoluted process and instead landing an apartment through Craigslist in the Gramercy/Stuyvesant area.
The apartment is quite a steal, much bigger than what you would normally find for what I’m paying, especially in that neighbourhood. Only caveat to my current living situation, though, is that I lack a kitchen sink and the traditional oven/stove. What’s that mean? You can pretty much guess it: I wash my dishes in my bathroom, and make use of a convection oven and hot plates. In truth, it’s not too bad or off-putting, especially since I live alone and won’t be lining up to wash my dishes while someone’s showering.
Since writing out the deposit cheque, I’ve pretty much gone to the races in putting my NYC life (back) together – headed to the DMV, rented a U-Haul to fetch a bed frame and make a trip to the Brooklyn IKEA, raided Bed, Bath, and Beyond, scoured Craigslist for furniture, and hauled an office chair onto the crosstown bus to save the extra $8 that a taxi would’ve cost me.
Now of course I put the word “back” in brackets since I’m not really sure as to whether or not to articulate a return or a new beginning (despite the title of my post). After all, I started my college career in Paris, and proceeded to spend another year of it in the French city. So it would have made sense last year to say that I would be returning to Paris, knowing that I’d be exploring more of the city’s secrets. Could the same be said about New York? Perhaps. But it is just so odd to say when I am entering my last year of undergraduate, as opposed to crossing the midpoint, which seems to, for me at the least, present the possibility of naïvity. The last year, though, seems to be one that holds a connotation that it is the most familiar, but is just as estranged as last September was for me coming back to the city of lights.
It goes to say that it’s interesting for me to try and wrap this whole experience around the normal social construct, in which one spends most of their time at the main campus, and maybe a semester abroad. So I suppose I’ll say that I’ve returned, only to mean that I’ve only really begun to explore the town.
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