It was sooooooooo hot on the morning I moved to my first New York City apartment. You know the kind of hot where you don't want to do anything but stay in the house and you're moody all day just because it really is that hot.My huge red luggage seemed to way a million pounds as I dragged it thru Penn Station with my purse weighing down my right shoulder. I wanted so bad just to get to a cab, it took everything in me just to make it to the elevator.
Finally, I reached the cab line and was surprised to see that there were only a couple people there waiting in line. I got in the cab and told the driver where I was going XXX and X Ave please. He looked at me like I had 4 eyes so I said it again...XXX and X Ave please. For some reason he still look confused but he pulled into the traffic anyway. On the way to meet my landlord I just kept saying "Thank You God, Thank You God." I couldn't believe this was happening, I was moving into my very own apartment, I had a great job with one of the most known people in the entertainment industry and I was ready to live the "life" (whatever the heck that means).
In about 15 minutes we pulled up to the front entrance of my apartment building and I couldn't stop grinning. I met my land lady who handed me the keys, looked me in my eyes, and simply said, "Good Luck." I didn't understand why she was wishing me luck since I already knew what the apartment looked like but I now realize she meant that in more ways than one. Finally, I arrived at the door of my apartment, put my hand on the door and said a prayer (like my mama told me too) and opened the door. Everything was...A MESS! Although the apartment was empty, dust was everywhere, the dishwasher door was hanging off, the bathroom was not as clean as it should have been, and the washer and dryer that was promised to me (i know not usually the case for an nyc apt.) was no where to be found.
My mouth dropped, at a time like this I'd always call my parents and let them figure it out, but this was MY place, I was paying the rent, my name was on the lease, not theres. After I let out a little scream, I called my landlady who had conviently left for the day, but fortunately the maintence men came to help as much as they could. When they were done sprucing the place up, I was by myself for the very first time in my apartment and it occured to me that I had absolutely nothing in there. I had a few things in storage, but no furtinure, no bed...nothing. I felt the tears beginning to form and I had to stop myself..breathe..and just think. Like most young 20 somethings, I wanted everything to come together all at once...instantly. I wanted the perfect apartment, the clothes, the boyfriend, that perfect NYC life that I always saw on Sex and the City. But it occured to me that I had to WORK for all of that.
I started with the little things, since none of my friends had a car in the city, I had to cab or train it each time I went to buy something for my place. It was hard, it was a struggle, but in the end I did it. It took almost a year, but my place came together better than I could have ever expected..shoot it even looked better than Carries!
Right outside of my window is a huge Sex and the City Movie billboard, I can't help but smile everytime I look at it. It makes me think about how far I've come, how much I've learned, and most importantly how hard I worked to get everything that I have. In some ironic way it's a daily reminder to me that life isn't that simple, it's not a fairytale, you have to work hard to get where you want to be....but you can get there.
Finally, I reached the cab line and was surprised to see that there were only a couple people there waiting in line. I got in the cab and told the driver where I was going XXX and X Ave please. He looked at me like I had 4 eyes so I said it again...XXX and X Ave please. For some reason he still look confused but he pulled into the traffic anyway. On the way to meet my landlord I just kept saying "Thank You God, Thank You God." I couldn't believe this was happening, I was moving into my very own apartment, I had a great job with one of the most known people in the entertainment industry and I was ready to live the "life" (whatever the heck that means).
In about 15 minutes we pulled up to the front entrance of my apartment building and I couldn't stop grinning. I met my land lady who handed me the keys, looked me in my eyes, and simply said, "Good Luck." I didn't understand why she was wishing me luck since I already knew what the apartment looked like but I now realize she meant that in more ways than one. Finally, I arrived at the door of my apartment, put my hand on the door and said a prayer (like my mama told me too) and opened the door. Everything was...A MESS! Although the apartment was empty, dust was everywhere, the dishwasher door was hanging off, the bathroom was not as clean as it should have been, and the washer and dryer that was promised to me (i know not usually the case for an nyc apt.) was no where to be found.
My mouth dropped, at a time like this I'd always call my parents and let them figure it out, but this was MY place, I was paying the rent, my name was on the lease, not theres. After I let out a little scream, I called my landlady who had conviently left for the day, but fortunately the maintence men came to help as much as they could. When they were done sprucing the place up, I was by myself for the very first time in my apartment and it occured to me that I had absolutely nothing in there. I had a few things in storage, but no furtinure, no bed...nothing. I felt the tears beginning to form and I had to stop myself..breathe..and just think. Like most young 20 somethings, I wanted everything to come together all at once...instantly. I wanted the perfect apartment, the clothes, the boyfriend, that perfect NYC life that I always saw on Sex and the City. But it occured to me that I had to WORK for all of that.
I started with the little things, since none of my friends had a car in the city, I had to cab or train it each time I went to buy something for my place. It was hard, it was a struggle, but in the end I did it. It took almost a year, but my place came together better than I could have ever expected..shoot it even looked better than Carries!
Right outside of my window is a huge Sex and the City Movie billboard, I can't help but smile everytime I look at it. It makes me think about how far I've come, how much I've learned, and most importantly how hard I worked to get everything that I have. In some ironic way it's a daily reminder to me that life isn't that simple, it's not a fairytale, you have to work hard to get where you want to be....but you can get there.
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aww! congrats on the move to nyc and the new apartment! hopefully i'll be there with you sooner rather than later! wait, not literally WITH you. lol. but in nyc as well!
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