I’ve lived in New York CIty for about two months now, and here are some of the surprising realizations I’ve made since I moved here. Enjoy!
Expectation: “I honestly don’t need a huge apartment. Like, something similar to Monica’s place in Friends is good enough for me.”
It doesn’t matter if you’re a poor student at America’s most expensive private university or if you’re a fictional character in a successful sitcom, you WILL have a two-bedroom apartment in West Village. $4,500 a month? No problem!
Reality: “My 7×9 ft room (2×3 m) has a window, and I can walk to my desk — if I climb over my bed and crawl through the laundry bag on the way. Yay! And speaking of laundry; it turns out that having a dishwasher and laundry machine inside your building is a privilege only for the rich and famous.
Expectation: The commute between Brooklyn and Manhattan is a great place for homework and breakfast!
Reality: “If I can fit onto the L train in the morning without losing a limb — that’s success.”
It’s not uncommon for the train to be so full you literally have to pretend you’re a runningback trying to bust through a wall of people to even get on it.
And the vocal encouragement you get during the process sounds freakishly similar to what you hear at a sporting field or in a maternity ward … “PUSH!” “You can do it!”
Expectation: “I probably won’t go out for brunch on the Upper West side every single day, but maybe like twice a week, like Carrie Bradshaw and her friends do in Sex and the City.”
Reality: “I don’t think I can afford to eat any protein this week, but hey, cereal works for dinner, right?”
Expectation: “I’ll be Blair Waldorf’s new stylish friend in Gossip Girl. *Bling Bling* New York fashiooon week here I coooome!”
Reality: “Will people notice if I wear this jacket four days in a row? What if I flip it inside out? I also stepped in human poop, so I had to throw away my only good pair of boots … but well.”
Expectation: “I’ll go to all the Broadway shows and check out the cultural scene New York has to offer, like every weekend.”
Reality: “Ah, look! I found a quarter on the ground! Guess who can afford to do laundry this weekend?!”
New York City may not be exactly what it looks like on TV, but I can — from the bottom of my heart — say that there’s nowhere else I’d rather live. I’ll write a more serious post about that later.
Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful Saturday night! (In the meantime, I’ll go pick up that laundry … 😉