Is it an apartment or a really big closet?

Only in New York do people spend more than half their salaries to live in apartments that are the size of some people’s closets.

Two years ago, I was living in a 2 bedroom, 3 bathrooms, 2 car garage house that was spitting distance to the ocean. Last year I was living in a 3 bedroom, one bathroom apartment smack dab in the middle of the meatpacking-least be said I think I stayed in from the clubs a total of 10 days the entire year. But here we are now- stripped from the ocean and the clubs, sprawled across my 300 thread count white-linened full size mattress. Two metal doors, 70 decayed stairs and three deadbolts separate me from the streets of life known as Manhattan.

You never really know what it is like to live alone till you actually do it. Living with someone whom spends most nights at their lovers does not count; you do not get the same liberating feeling of flinging your wedge-boots (see below post) half way across the room before loafing around half-naked eating peanut butter straight from the jar. Anyways, back to the point of today’s posting. “Ah ha”, you say. Yes I do have a point and now I will make it.

I am writing this blog because I have found myself in a small Lower East Side one bedroom apartment. For the first time in my life I do not have a constant companion and though I do enjoy the silence I miss the friendly banter of mindless meandering thoughts, and trust me, my mind meanders a lot. So I have decided to write this blog- it will consist of an eclectic selection of items I have recently been thinking about as well as new discoveries throughout my neighborhood (i.e the amazing cappuccino at Falai).

So please join me and my mind as we engage this new experience. I am open to comments as well as suggestions, especially if you have good ideas on how to cram a whole life’s worth of shit into a 400 sq foot space!

Bisous for today!