Yesterday was my official one month anniversary being in the city. It was also my first full day in my new apartment. I now have my own address and can be considered a resident of New York City. My room is pretty small and I’m paying $1300 for it, but it is more than enough space for me. I have two roommates that I met off of Craigslist. The crazy thing though is that one of them went to school with Allison (my best friend from home) and they have a bunch of mutual friends, such a small world. I live in Chelsea and it is about a 15 minute walk to my work. The apartment is on the fourth floor and there is no elevator. However, we do have a dish washer which I hear is a luxury. Monday night a couple of their friends came over and we watched Monday Night Football. One of the roommates made butternut squash chilli and we drank margaritas. So far I feel like I really hit the jack pot. The location is amazing and my roommates seem really awesome. I can tell we’re going to get along really well and probably have a little too much fun. One major perk is that Jamie (the one that went to school with Allison) kept a part time job at Urban Outfitters, so that means we all get 40% off Urban Outfitters, Free People, and Anthropologie. So that’s nice. Chelsea is supposed to be a really fun area. The Highline is right near me. We are just north of the meatpacking district which is where a lot of the clubs are. I had my first $1 slice of pizza which apparently is something you have to do. That one dollar slice was better than the majority of pizza I’ve had in my life. The money I saved on that slice was almost enough to cover the $18 drinks I bought this weekend (I’m not kidding). We went to a club/dance bar called The Catch and 2 whiskey/cokes and 1 whiskey on the rocks was literally $68. I probably wont be going back there. The club scene isn’t really my thing anyway. We ditched that joint shortly after and ended up at a dive bar called Ryan’s Daughter on the Upper East Side. We drank beer and played pool until 3AM and then went to a diner and got burgers.
It was a long night considering it was day light savings that night. We got an extra hour at the bar. That was my last night crashing at Erica’s apartment. I spent exactly one month crashing there for free, 99% of the time on an air mattress in the living room.
I’m just now starting the process of unpacking my stuff. I’ve been living out of suitcases this whole time. It was an amazingly fun month filled with Chinese food and pizza dinners on the floor, wine in Dunkin Donut cups, getting addicted to episodes and going to sleep too late, furniture shopping in Brooklyn, haggling with mattress salesmen, attempting to paint a room (fail), and one night of a very clogged toilet. I definitely would not have been able to do it (at least as smoothly) if it weren’t for Erica. It was actually pretty sad saying goodbye to her. Now I have my own address, my own room and my own bed. Its official! One month and two addresses later, I’m a resident of New York City.