This morning, I took the J train and traveled way out into Queens, to the second-to-last stop on the line, to check out an apartment. I was concerned that it might be in the middle of nowhere, but the walk to the J train was about as long as the walk from my old apartment to the Q train. The neighborhood was pretty nice too, much nicer than the last one I lived in, for sure. The grocery store was close, and the laundromat was not far; these things are important for quality-of-life reasons.
The apartment was on the second floor of what looked like a regular residential house. It had a really big living room, a small kitchen, and three bedrooms. Apparently, two other people already live there, but they weren’t home when I was looking at it. The room was a little small, with a very big closet.
Honestly, I could make it work there; I could definitely see myself living there. There was one open room, and two of us were viewing it, though, so it’s a matter of which of us gets it. We’ll see — fingers crossed. I’m not worried about it; it’ll be what it’ll be
