oddly enough, though, the tv only gets one channel. and it's in spanish. a spanish-speaking sports-coverage channel. thank goodness for netflix.
but the cats are loving it. petey has recovered from his adventure in carrier-pooping and mad-cattery at the airport and is currently laying on my typing arm. cece is demanding belly rubs and head-butting me awake for ear scratches.
so, TODAY i went to see my very first west village apartment. which is why i've been up all night, freaked the freak out.
let's be honest: i've never lived anywhere without central air. a dishwasher. a washer/dryer. screens on the windows. closet space. a full-sized refrigerator. you know, stuff.
i've also never paid close to $3000 for anything. especially not once a month.
i'm already trying to weigh my fear of the subway against my fear of hovels. upper west side? not looking as far away as it once did ...