New York Finding a Place to Live
Part 1: The Airport

So I figured why not try to document this not only for kicks, but also in case anyone I know ever tries to move as well, they will know what it is like.

So the plane just pulled in and we are waiting for the cleaning and such and then we board.

Checking in was fun as security is definitely up a notch. They have this odd chamber thing that blows puffs of air, but they didn't let me through. I kinda wanted to for the fun of it. Of course, not being allowed to go through set of warning bells in my head, but it seemed to be fine. The last thing I need is a testy security officer already annoyed by stupid passengers who can't read or understand what is being told to them. For example, trying to walk through with the carry-on instead of putting it through the x-ray machine.

After a shaky start this morning that started with an early trip to the credit union to get a certified check to take to Bank of America (only to find out that the funds are held for a day...pain in my ass) and ended with forgetting my messenger bag at home and Tony's car needing gas, I got to the airport safe and sound and, surprisingly, on time.

I have to meet realtor after realtor this week (actually talking to one right now through G-Chat) to try and find a place. Of course, Tony and I are also doing reconnaisance of our own in order to find a place that has no fee attached to it for although we each have money saved up, it would be nice not to be raped with percentages.

Them's the breaks I guess.

I have four realtors looking at places and will just use Craig's List and the Village Voice site to find non-fee apartments. The biggest concern aside from space and price is being in a good area and since I do not know the neighborhoods all that well, this is a gamble. Of course, each area has its drawbacks and benefits. I am going to have to be somewhat giving about the things I want, but I also am going to be stubborn about the things I want because I need to nest. The one way this move is going to be the most comfortable for me is if i am able to nest someplace and feel "at home."

BREAK

On the plane now after opting to go down a flight of stairs and onto the tarmac. It reminds me of travelling when I was younger. My family definitely blessed my earlier years with an appreciation for the world by taking us all over the world. Part of our nomadic heritage, I suppose. I loved flying on planes. The take off, the landing, my mother and I rating the worthiness of the pilot based on kind of landing, playing with the lotions and soaps in the bathroom, sitting in the cockpit and talking to the pilots.

Of course, now, flying has a while other feeling for me with all the concerns and security measures. I actually find myself nervous to fly and apprehensive about getting on planes. I no longer can enjoy them the way I used to. Even though I know the odds and statistics, I find my heart always beating a little faster. I, ashamedly, also check myself looking at other people and figuring out their threat levels. Ironic for someone who is usually at the end of those stares.

So off I go. A delayed meeting with a realtor tonight means I can catch a show and unwind, meet up with William, walk around, and figoure out my plan of attack for tomorrow.

Here's hoping...