Tuesday, September 05, 2006
· posted at 8:51 PM
su casa es mi casa.
Ben: (holds out his keys and plays with them) Ok....it's uh....a smooth, hard, round loop, connecting three shiny sharp metal.Never underestimate the power of something so simple as a set of keys. As someone who spent the majority of the summer living out of a suitcase and without a mailing address, I'm beginning to appreciate how nice it is to have a place to call home. Though keys can be a hassle, an unsightly shape in tight jeans with no give, an anxiety attack when misplaced... there is nothing quite as sad as a keychain without the guest of honor. I've griped about my keys weighing me down, but their absence from my purse was a perceptible loss. Not only in ounces, but meaning. It is a stark realization that without keys you have no lock to a front door that leads to a living space in which you can kick off your shoes, throw up your feet and breathe a sigh of relief for an escape from the world. Returning to New York, a place where every urban legend about housing horrors is actually true, without a stable living situation was nerve-racking. After countless hours scouring craigslist.org, trekking into sketchy areas of the borroughs and dozens of pleas via e-mail and phone (okay in actuality, I only physically looked at two other places, but one involved a couple of ferrets and the other involved Hare Krishna... 'nuf said), I finally settled into my new NY digs in... New Jersey? Hudson County - otherwise known as the 6th borrough of NYC and the "wrong side of Manhattan." I found myself digging up all the excuses I heard my friends use when talking about living in New York-Jersey City: I can get to downtown faster, It's closer than Brooklyn, I spend all my time in the city and just need a place to sleep. But honestly, I feel less and less in need of defending it because it is really not that bad. Plus I didn't have to sell my soul for rent - which is great considering that I already promised it to my school to pay for tuition. And in the end, I'm just glad to have somewhere, anywhere to go when the day is over... and to have a smooth, hard loop connecting three shiny, sharp, hard, thin strips which sort of have teeth dangling from my Duane Reade card. |
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