The Rents Attempt to Apartment Hunt

"I found the perfect place for you!"

"Really?  Sweet!  Where is it?"

"Oh you're gonna love it.  It's right across the street from Letterman!"

"Um, how cool!  Is there a grocery store nearby?"

"Ummmm, I'm not sure."

"Dry cleaning?"

"Uh..."

"Um, Mom, I think you might be taking the wrong approach to this..."

"Hold on, let me talk to your father..."

"Dad says you should take a day trip with him in May."

"I think that's a good idea."


I love my parents.  Love them so hard.  I know they're attempt came from the right place.  And while it would've been great for them to find the perfect place and sign a lease and be done and all that, I'm overjoyed to get the opportunity to look for myself.  I think it's important for me to see the spaces firsthand, at the very least to get an idea of what I need/should bring with me and what can be stored away until I get something permanent.  

Sooooo NEW YORK, here I come!

Getting My Big Girl Drink On

No, not that kind of drink.  I'm talking coffee.  Well, not coffee anymore.  I've graduated.  Just yesterday while I was in Georgetown I stumbled upon a little coffee shop and I was instantly reminded of Costa Rica.  Mind you, Costa Rica is known for their coffee plantations (and, in effect, their espresso) and I took serious advantage of that fact while I was there.  I remember waking up every morning to the delicious aroma of espresso brewing in this strange metal contraption on the stove. And my first time seeing it I just thought it was a glorified teapot.  But no.  It was something much better.

The Bialetti Moka Espresso Maker.  When Sarah explained to me how the Italian made piece of heavenly machinery worked, I quickly became an expert and was churning out three, sometimes four, pots of espresso every day.  The maker comes in all different sizes (seriously - 1, 3, 6, 9 shots - probably more).  I, myself, purchased a 6 shot maker just yesterday at that little shop.  And this morning, I put on my big girl pants and brewed myself some Costa Rican espresso in a designer Italian maker.  It just felt like a New York thing to do.

I GOT A YOB

I'm thrilled to be hired and heading to New York in May.  The relief of finding a job is only replaced by the burden of finding an apartment, however.  I just wanted to take a moment and thank my family for their unending support in this momentous step of my life.  Their encouragement, guidance, and enthusiasm is wonderfully overwhelming in assuring me that I can do this. 

So without further ado, what shall it be?

Which neighborhood should I live in?
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	SoHo
	Midtown
	Lower East Side
	Greenwich Village
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