Apartment hunting

I've been spending a good chunk of my free time lately looking for an apartment. It seems that no matter how I modify my search, the apartments are always in another area of town. I started looking in Brooklyn again, and then realized that while I like the neighborhood, I dislike it's inhabitants, the commute, and the distance from Steve. So I'm now looking in lower Harlem/Upper West Side around Columbia University. The area's really nice, safe, and right on the 1 line, which is very reliable. However, since I'm looking basically in the middle of term, there aren't many apartments on the market. Also, they're really rather expensive. And I'm also very concerned that potential roommates click. I'm getting a bit frustrated, but as Steve reminds me, I've only been seriously looking for 2 weeks, and I have at least 4 weeks until I have to move. So I shouldn't worry about it too much and I'm still holding out for something that really feels right.

Moving back to the city

So I did this once before, fairly successfully I think. My goal here: to again keep all of you not lucky enough to be in NYC abreast of what I'm up to. Also, as you will soon know, I am again embarking on a new venture which will take up most of my time. I've had a great laid-back, easy summer on the farm. And now I'm going back into the heat. I'm currently trying to find an apartment in NYC, hopefully in Manhattan this time, as the commute will be shorter (barely).

Last Saturday I spent most of the day wandering -although not aimlessly. I had really good maps and a complete game plan and schedule - through Brooklyn. After that, I decided that I wasn't sure if I wanted to live in Brooklyn again after all. I mean, it is filled with hipsters, who are fairly depressing and absurdly disgusting people. those of you not in NY may know them more as 'scenesters' or as 'those trust-find kids who have too much time on their hands and too little to do with it other than think of absurd descriptions of their "style"'. My style, if I move to Williamsburg, will henceforth be known as 'post-apocalyptic pirate Dwight D. Eisenhower unicorn-hunter who wants to be a cosmonaut'. Since that is generally too long to say with any frequency, I will look for housing elsewhere.