It is 2am. Packing the rest of my boxes for my fourth (and hopefully final) move in this city…Chinatown, NY has treated me so well – time to give Brooklyn one last try.
Items are slowly disappearing from the apartment as craigslist strangers barter for my personalized and once carefully selected goods. My room is almost as bare as the white walls now.
The unknown ebb of change may be scary, yet I cannot suppress the excitement I feel for moving forward in time. This city has be a a roller coaster of pain and thrills the past three years; I have lost some of the most important people in my life while living in this city, as well as diverged into an enormous career direction.
Inwood, Manhattan (3 nights)
*couchsurfing host who kindly gave me his recliner and forgot to let me in twice
Murry Hill, Manhattan (3 weeks)
*couchsurfing host who also went to school in Texas – SAINT!
Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn (3 months)
*craigslist tenant who took 3 months + security toward his bar (instead of rent) and got everyone evicted
Harlem, Manhattan (10 months)
*craigslist roommates who inevitably conned each other to leaving a “bed-bug infested” apartment
Chinatown, Manhattan (1 year 10 months)
*craigslist roommate who held a grudge by pulling my hair upon her exit
*Texan friend of a friend who turned out to be a huge influence on me
Vinegar Hill, Brooklyn (x months)
*sticking with my Texan friend because she is AWESOME
850rent | 115subway | 100bills | 250fun | 150student loan | 400 savings |
1050rent | 100bills | 200fun | 100student loan | 450 savings |
1050rent | 100bills | 350fun | 200student loan | 250 savings |
750rent | 100bills | 300fun | 200student loan | 400 savings |
At this point I don’t really know what I’m saving for or where I want to go, but I know if I don’t leave this black-hole-of-a-beautiful city, I may never get the chance.