In my first apartment, I lived with a couple. I was closer to the girl, although I had absolutely no romantic interest in her. (I had a girlfriend at the time and was madly in love.) The couple broke up; the guy was angry at me and, drunk, he attempted to physically attack me. Bad end, because I liked both of them and wish we could've stayed in contact. I packed up and bolted pretty quickly, taking a 1:30 am cab ride to... the office.
For a month and a half, I was living at work. This was a regular office space-- not a home office. I had a sleeping bag rolled out on the floor and used the gym shower in the morning. This was an understaffed, workaholic company, and I had to spend 6-11pm in a coffee shop to get away from "home". When my then-girlfriend visited me in the city, I had to check into a hotel. Being a cheapskate, I lined up a one-star out in Queens.
After that, I found a decent roommate and moved in with him. The only quirk in the arrangement was that he and I had diametrically opposite approaches to the Quality/Quantity trade-off, so I met (or at least heard) a lot of strange people.
Fun all around. New York can be worth putting up with all this, but it can be a bit much to bear.
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We'll definitely help people out with this kind of stuff. If I were to describe my first New York apartment, you wouldn't believe me.
We all have those stories. :)
In my first apartment, I lived with a couple. I was closer to the girl, although I had absolutely no romantic interest in her. (I had a girlfriend at the time and was madly in love.) The couple broke up; the guy was angry at me and, drunk, he attempted to physically attack me. Bad end, because I liked both of them and wish we could've stayed in contact. I packed up and bolted pretty quickly, taking a 1:30 am cab ride to... the office.
For a month and a half, I was living at work. This was a regular office space-- not a home office. I had a sleeping bag rolled out on the floor and used the gym shower in the morning. This was an understaffed, workaholic company, and I had to spend 6-11pm in a coffee shop to get away from "home". When my then-girlfriend visited me in the city, I had to check into a hotel. Being a cheapskate, I lined up a one-star out in Queens.
After that, I found a decent roommate and moved in with him. The only quirk in the arrangement was that he and I had diametrically opposite approaches to the Quality/Quantity trade-off, so I met (or at least heard) a lot of strange people.
Fun all around. New York can be worth putting up with all this, but it can be a bit much to bear.