From Hell’s Kitchen to Murray Hill
I recently made the move crosstown and am officially an eastside city girl! So my westside story goes like this…I was desperate to find an apartment when I landed my job. I was tired of looking so when I found the 3-bedroom apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, I was relieved and eager to finally move and settle in. Though both the roommates were great, the location was phenomenal, and the building was classy…the actual apartment was not my style at all. In fact, I’ve never seen an apartment like that ever. Decor galore, the shared living space was laced with different antique vases that the owner had collected during her many travels to Europe and South America. One whole wall was covered in shelving units that housed complete sets of all green, yellow, and orange vases-each color on it’s own row, just like you’d see in an antique shop. Basically the whole apartment looked like a rainbow threw up inside-colors clashing everywhere you turn. Not to mention too many decorations. I lived there for a good three months and probably didn’t see every item in the living room. Yes, it’s that much. The owner has lived there for about ten years, and in this ten years has accumulated enough…enough…well, for lack of a better term, enough SHIT for 5 New York City apartments. She was a pack-rat in the truest form of the word. Needless to say, this was not my style. So far away from my style in fact, that I was unhappy to come home from work every night. Drama queen, I know. But it just never felt like home to me, like my own place. No where in the apartment felt like it had my style or stamp of approval. Not even my room…my rooms walls were painted bright orange. And the ceiling? Royal blue. Oh, and the best part? You know as a little 9-year-old girl, you probably had glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling? Yeah, my room’s ceiling was deck out in these glow-in-the-dark stars. The colors clashing and glowing stars were enough to drive me crazy and run me out of there quick.
Luckily, I found a more suitable living situation crosstown. I am now living on the 10th floor of an awesome apartment off of Park Ave. with amazing roommates. The neighborhood is amazing too. Young professional crowd (like myself), awesome bars nearby, closer walk to work, did I mention it’s off Park Ave?! I can already tell this is home. Though I enjoyed HK a lot, I am so excited about Murray Hill. I’m just going to have to find a new fruit vendor, and since I no longer have a doorman, I’ll have to find another person to tell me a daily joke I can’t understand. Check out my ‘hood below:
Home, sweet home!
