Because I know Abbi and Ilana and because I’m part of the same demographic there’s a lot on the show that I find relate-able. But this moment here felt like the truest and most surprising aspect of my life that I ever saw portrayed on television.
I really love my apartment. It’s in a a good part of Astoria, between two subway stops. The building is exterminator-owned with friendly and polite neighbors and I’ve never had to worry about deliveries. There’s laundry in the basement. The price is fair and the space is good, with decent light. It could use some upgrades - there’s some cracks and chips here and there - but the floor isn’t carpet or tile or linoleum and the landlord is responsive when something goes wrong and I never seem to have trouble with the water temperature in the shower (my roommates will not say the same).
It feels like home in a way I don’t think my first New York apartment did.
But it’s very, very, very slanted. Like. Very sloped.And I think when academics and scholars study this time in my life (let me have this…just…let me have this) they will look back and probably attribute my constant anxiety and uncertainty and inability to commit to major life decisions to the fact that I was literally never on level ground.