In any relationship, you go through highs and lows. Hopefully, the better part of your time is spent on a love high, but there will always be times where you hit rock bottom and reassess your situation.
If you’re a regular New York Minuter, which you should be, you know we’re in a love bubble with New York City. We adore our apple and can’t imagine taking a bite out of any other city.
I am the first to boast of the wonder of this glorious city. I have declared on many occasions that New York is indeed the best city in the world.
I have been in a solid relationship with New York for eight years. In fact, our anniversary is this month. I was smitten from the onset of our courtship. And I feel the love back. New York is home. New York is happiness.
Well…mostly. During the summer months when it’s hot, humid and sticky, I do wish for better weather. When I am affronted by a sweaty person on the subway or walking the crowded summer streets, I do reconsider where I live.
Why do I subject myself to three months of hell when I could live in the ‘burbs in a huge house and drive around in an air conditioned Mini Cooper?
Because New York is magical.
Alas, these past few days, New York has decided to set her charm aside and has frankly become a major pain in the ass.
The series of unfortunate events started Saturday afternoon as I arrived home from a productive day of work and play. As I approached my door, I spotted an envelope. I knew it was my renewal lease from my building’s management. The evil conglomerate is raising my rent! Not a surprise, but a disappointment. Oh, New York living!
I tried to forget about it as I accompanied a friend to a Christmas party in Brooklyn. I’ve made no attempt to hide my contempt for Brooklyn, but every now and then, I like to throw it a bone. Big mistake!
We got lost getting there, but on the way back we gave the term lost a new meaning. Not only was it raining, but we were stuck in a very shady area with no clue how to get out. Tip: never ever let me be in charge of directions.
When I finally walked into my apartment hours later, all I wanted was to crawl in bed after downing some Nyquil. Instead, I was greeted by my coat hangers falling off the wall in my entryway.
That may not seem like a big deal, but to someone who is tool-challenged, it was HUGE. My apartment doesn’t have real walls…they might as well be paper. And now they have holes in them. I don’t know how to fill them in; I’m not a magician.
The apartment nightmares continued. Bad enough I stayed home all day Sunday sick, I got out of bed at 4am to discover my apartment had flooded!
I quickly checked the kitchen and bathroom – completely dry. A quick inspection at my doorstep revealed the hallway carpet in front of my door and my neighbor’s was utterly soaked. It turns out the toilet in my neighbor’s apartment had overflowed to the point of flooding her apartment AND my hallway. I was so disgusted. I tried very hard to show my neighbor some grace, but what kind of person sleeps through their apartment flooding!
The outcome of all this was a sleepless night in my apartment where I attempted to clean out toilet water. Honestly, I might as well be living in Detroit.
Thankfully, management finally got workmen in a couple of days later to remove all the flooring in my apartment and replace it with new wood. But that in itself was an ordeal. Instead of my space being invaded for four hours as promised, the workmen took TEN hours. Sharing a studio with strange men for a day is my idea of hell. My week went from bad to nightmare!
I am not ready to jump ship, but another week of this attitude and my eyes will start to wander.
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