Now, when I say small, I mean tiny. The room consists of a dresser, a set of bunk bets, a mini fridge and a microwave. If we're both standing on the floor, there isn't enough space to open the door. Instead, we play a fun game of climb into/onto bed to let someone leave/enter the apartment. This also means that there is no room for storage, so we have all of our food items balancing precariously atop the microwave, and all of the bathroom essentials on top of the dresser. It's cramped, to say the lease. But, I guess that gives us the real NY experience! None of the glitz and glamour of an apartment with room to move that come with the comforts of outer city living.
All that said, I'm already really enjoying my time here. NY is enchanting to say the least. The people are rude, and downright crazy, things are more expensive that anywhere else I've ever lived, and it's a filthy, crowded stinkhole of an amazing city. You just have to look at that skyline to fall in love. And, because it's so crowded, you can find anything you need within a 4 block radius. I needed to drop off my watch at a Swatch to get it refitted, so I planned my day around the Times Square location. 2 blocks later I came across a fedex office where I needed to get some things printed/scanned, then as I started meandering towards the Chrysler building to get some photos, I found a Best Buy where I was able to get my camera looked at. And, just as I was leaving I had a thought that I would like to get some Indian food, when a man dressed as a menu walked up to me, and handed me a takeaway list for and Indian restaurant. It's like the city knows what you want!
I haven't quite figured out how I'll adapt to the crazies though. This morning I sat on the subway, when a homeless Schizophrenic man, toting a large trash bag full of cans sat next to me, and lit up a cigarette. While enjoying his illegal smoke, he crushed a coke can under his foot, lifted the can to his ear, and proceeded to have a conversation with Coca Cola through his can-phone. I got off at the next stop. I also saw two of NYPD's finest, lounging against an illegally parked car, having their morning coffee and donuts, when the car owner came out and shouted at them for sitting on his car. They had a full-fledged argument about who did the more illegal thing, before parting ways. The car owner didn't get a ticket, and the police officers finished their breakfast before walking off.
And then, of course, there was this:
I'm not certain, but I think I won at crazy-people-of-NYC bingo today.
