We have arrived! This is the view from our apartment. Is it any wonder we took this place? It is amazing at sunrise. The view at night is just as spectacular. If the sun didn't beat down at 500 degrees between 1 and 5 p.m every afternoon, I would seriously consider leaving the windows uncovered (that and I think the neighbors would prefer we get shades).I am excited about city living. It is going to be fun learning the cool things to do in our neigborhood, the interesting restaurants, the fun bars, different shops. Apartment living is going to take some adjustment. We haven't met too many of our neighbors yet in our building but people seem nice in the elevator. I think in large apartment buildings, people keep to themselves a bit. I do have to admit a bit of curiosity about our floormates though and I have been trying to catch glimpses of them through my peephole in the door. (Oh, come on - its not like you wouldn't do that too!) Not much luck.
The movers have arrived and delivered our 90+ boxes and we are making our way through them. More on that later but I would say we are about 85% through them. It has taken some creative storage but I am hopeful we will find a place for everything!
We have been adjusting slowly. The first week, Chizz has decided to take it a bit easy and just go to work when he wakes up, no alarm clock - at least for the first few days. The other morning as I was sitting in the living room reading, I heard a door slam on our floor. Here was my chance to see one of my neighbors!! I ran quickly to the peephole and saw a woman, about 60ish, dressed for the weather, big coat, scarf and hat. She walked right out of her door, past the elevators and straight to our doorway. Oh no!! Was she coming over this early to introduce herself and welcome us to the building? Crap! I have my pjs on, my hair is a mess, the apartment is too, Chizz is still sleeping. What am I going to do? I look out the peephole again. She is right in front of the door. I watch her as she bends down, grabs our newspaper and gets right on the elevator.
Welcome to New York! I think we are going to like it here!
The brazen heist! So will we hear more about this later? The Wendy I know would certainly have dealt with this swiftly and ruthlessly!
ReplyDeleteWell, not exactly. I did meet her in the elevator later with her disabled husband. Very nice. Somehow can't bring myself to lower the boom on her. Can it be that this city, known world wide as a tough place, has mellowed me? I guess time will tell.
ReplyDeleteWHAT???!!! Oh Wendy, poor Wendy. I lose sleep at nights thinking of the poor SF Chronicle sales agent whom you reduced to shreds when informed of their recent subscription price hike. And this NY scofflaw gets off scot-free? Something about this big city has affected you in ways unimaginable. Will we soon be hearing lamentations of cabbies that took you indirect routes to increase their fare? Where does it end?
ReplyDeleteYou are right Marky! Next time I see that newspaper-stealing neighbor, I am taking her down! And I am going to kick her husband's walker too!! See, the city isn't making me soft!
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