Gabbing with my friend on the 6 Train on the way home from work. I had eye contact with a guy that was sketching my face into his notebook. It made me smile even more than I already was to be his muse as I mused on a future in another part of New York. I was bubbling with excitement because we decided to find an apartment together. I replaced the feeling of doom with hope. I do love my apartment in Manhattan right now, but the lease is up and my roommate told me he can't afford to sign on for another year. Where as I couldn't see a way of being happy leaving my present space, I have to agree, I could use that extra couple of hundred dollars in other ways.
The feeling that I was losing my security blanket was replaced with the desire to build a new home with a loved one. I have moved so many times that the thought of doing it again was horrible, but I'm not alone this time. All the wonderful amenities that I've come to cherish will be a bench marker for what I want in the future. I realized that although I love having a doorman, I would like to have a backyard even more. Although, I like the built-in boxes for AC units, I'd rather have a fire escape and access to the roof like most NYC apartments do. My Harlem apartment is amazing, but the neighborhood is shady and I'd rather live in a place where I can just walk to a bar instead of a bullet-proof joint. I'm excited about the numerous possibilities with my partner in crime.
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