Yesterday morning was a whirlwind of craziness. Here’s what happened:
- Pablo and Lia left for the morning to go to their respective job/school things.
- I unpacked and repacked all of the things that I brought from South Africa (duffel and a small suitcase) and had left in the closet in Baltimore (very large suitcase).
- Rode my bike to Baltimore’s Penn Station to see if they had bike boxes and what I needed to do to get my bicycle on the train.
- Rode my bike to the shop to get the pedals removed and the handlebars loosened. It was closed until an hour before my train left.
- Locked up bike and called an uber.
- Proceeded to have a long discussion about race, AIDS, and community disengagement as we drove to make key copies at Ace, retrieve my luggage from the apartment, and then dropped everything off at the train station.
- Left two suitcases at Penn. Walked with my ukulele, purse, and messenger bag to the bike shop.
- Got bike adjusted so it could fit into a box and then walked it back to Penn.
- Waited patiently as the very helpful man behind the counter got my bike in the box and tagged my luggage. Responded with corny jokes.
I still had about twenty minutes before my train came and my phone was losing charge, so I went to the bar to plug it in (and for a gin and tonic). Also managed to order some curly fries for the road. It was a wonderful morning. Hopped on the train, caught up on some work, and then saw this out my window:
NEW YORK! That’s my new home. And when I stepped off the train and into Penn Station, it was abuzz with activity unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was breathtaking, and exactly like I had imagined it.
I grabbed some postcards to dash off to friends from this little shop. It wasn’t terribly overpriced (4 for $1!).
Spent some time texting while I waited for my luggage (pictured below, big shout out to Debbie for having the forethought to purchase it for me years ago in 2006 for Christmas. They’ve been the single best present I’ve ever gotten), and then called an uber to bring me to my new home. Here’s a view out the back at the traffic, skyline, and aforementioned luggage.
Here’s my street in Washington Heights (westside neighborhood above Harlem):
And my building!
This is a photo of the lightbulb in my room on the ceiling.
And the room itself. To take this photo, I am standing in one corner of the room and the bed is in a futon position. Just to give you an idea of what they mean by “small” when they say that NYC apartments are “small.”
So, what’s the total damage?
- $15 for the Uber drive around Baltimore,
- $5 for the bike adjustment,
- $20 to ship it on the train,
- $5 gin and tonic, and then…
- $45 for the Uber between Penn and my new apartment in the Heights
Overall, < $100 for my move to New York! Now I just need to buy some hooks, a lamp, and some hangers 🙂
Excited to start my first day of work at UNICEF tomorrow. Will tell you more about my upcoming projects in the next post!