This past weekend I ran the 2017 NYC Marathon.
Back in June 2011 I made my first solo trip out to New York City from Lafayette, Indiana to interview for a weird, sketchy job and look at apartments with a weird, sketchy broker. This is how every NYC story starts, right? With a roommate who was a student and myself not quite the young professional I hoped to be at that point (aka I did not have a job) we were under quite the budget for our first set of NYC digs. Although I expressed interest in at least seeing a few places in our budget downtown, I knew it would be highly unlikely we could get a 2 bedroom, kitchen, living area, and bathroom in unit in the East Village, West Village, or anything in-between. After a dismal attempt I quickly asked my broker to take me uptown. After looking and not pulling the trigger (with that creep, no thanks), I went back to Indiana, got hooked up with a family friend as a broker (clutch game time decision), brought my sister/roomie with me and WENT HAM LOOKING FOR AN APARTMENT UPTOWN. UWS, UES, Harlem, Columbus Circle—you name it, we saw it. In the end we landed on a small 2 bedroom, 5 story walk up on E 78th Street. It was basically what you would think off as a first NYC apartment. But, hey, the bathroom was in unit so we were happy.