I arrived in New York City (wow thatlooksgoodonpaper) yesterday. Moved into my apartment with nary a hitch, strangely enough. I keep expecting the sidewalk to explode, or the subway trains to crash, or my bags to disappear down a sinkhole, or a glacier the size of Manhattan to descend upon, well, Manhattan.
None of these things have yet to come to pass. I am quite disappointed.
My apartment's on the lower side of LES, right at the intersection of Chinatown. This means there is fresh produce and bubble tea practically at my doorstep. Win. Fun Fact: My building is also home to the SWAN project. Draw from that what conclusions that you will.
As a first impression, this city feels like a giant outdoor playground. This may be because it is filled with young people. They're everywhere and they're young. Late teens, early twenties. Ok, so that's kind of me but I'm on the upper end of the lower twenties. I'm guessing all the older twenties, younger thirties all hang out in Brooklyn. Yeah, that's it. They're all in Brooklyn.
Todo: Come up with a sight seeing list for the week. Phone home about bubble tea. Find some of that restorative youthful night cream. Buy a pillow.
Jun 4, 2012
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