I am writing this upon my gifted sofa (thanks Donna!) in my new Brooklyn home. We haven't had heat or hot water since moving in on Feb 28. It sucks, but I'm way too excited to be in New York to stay mad for long. Our landlords are Hasidic Jews, a people I have never once come into contact with in my whole life and now I am surrounded by them. David and Abe came off very abrupt, asking to see bank statements and charging us $50 for a two-second credit check that we did in a car outside of the library, but now we deal mostly with the girl in the office who can't be more than 20 years old. I can tell she feels bad about our freezing toes.
I had my first day of work yesterday. Basically I'm a glorified host. It's alright, but I am anxiously awaiting two other interviews and which will hopefully allow me to make the decision by the weekend, because the uncertainty is driving me crazy.
No exciting stories yet. I only went into Manhattan to work. As far as exploring my neighborhood, I've made it as far as the dollar store. Oh, and my friend Ian's house. He's only five blocks away and is kind enough to lend me his shower.
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