Well, that’s that, then…

goodbye old place

T-minus three months (more or less) until we move into a new apartment.

Three months. Ninety days. Thirteen weeks.

No matter how I look at it, it’s thrilling and, if I’m being honest, a leetle bit terrifying to me. I’ve lived in this apartment for nearly five years — maybe that doesn’t sound like a lot to some of you, but this is the longest I’ve lived in any one place since I was 12.

A big part of this move is the fact the rent here is about to go from “slightly outlandish” into “full-blown ridiculous,” but there’s more to it than that. There’s the shitty music, played at floor-vibrating volume, below me (and then being told it’s my job to track the noise habits in order to get these tenants to pipe down). There’s the neighbors who think the hallway we share is their personal smoking lounge. There’s the neighbors’ kids who really really love shouting racial/ethnic slurs at each other and as much I love swears, even I draw the line there.

I wish I could say it’s just my specific building, but I don’t really think so. I think this whole section of Washington Heights is like this. And, if I’m being honest, it’s more than just the noise and smoke. There’s the fact that I’m just fucking tired of being friendly and polite to the people around me and getting nothing but blank looks—at best—in return (except for you, guy in #4D; you’re awesome).

So, yeah… I’m tired of loving a neighborhood that doesn’t love me back.

I want to live in a neighborhood where people actually interact with each other, even a little. This does exist, right? I mean, I read about one in the newspaper so they must. I don’t want another place with only a we’re all of the same income/ethnicity/religion so let’s close ranks to better serve our own interests kind of community — I want an all-inclusive, come-on-in-and-lend-a-hand sort of community. I’d like to be greeted by more than just the mailman and that one nice guy who works at the greengrocer. I want to know at least one neighbor by name.

I don’t know what else to say; I’m just really ready to move on.

In fact, let’s start counting it down together…

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5 thoughts on “Well, that’s that, then…

  1. Not sure how you feel about Queens but Jackson Heights is a really nice place to live. The pharmacist knows my name! We have enough of a mix of pseudo-gentrification (Starbucks) and low-income residents (many, many dollar stores right next to the Starbucks). And it’s only like 15 minutes from Midtown.

    Good luck!

  2. The geek in me says, of course, you need to fix your connection:

    ipconfig /release
    ipconfig /renew

    Good Luck!

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