My everyday is pretty much the same. I wake up kinda late (I am not a morning person), and check my emails to see if someone replied any of my inquires. Every night I go through Craigslist to see apartments, rooms and etc. Sometimes these people get back to me just after, but most of the people only reply in the morning. In the middle of my replies, I always get at least one scam. I already know all the kinds of scams because sometimes they use the same text with a different name or email (very creative). I even reply to some of them saying: ‘Go to Hell!!’, ‘Stop wasting people’s time??’, or ‘you gotta be stupid to think someone will believe in this stupid scam’. - I know, replying these emails is waste of time, but some scams really pisses me off. What kind of person believes in stories like this: A guy/girl who recently moved to London is offering an apartment in a great location for a very low rent. The person can’t show the apartment, but he/she says you can see the place from outside (WOW!!! Now I am taking the place). If you take the place, the person will kindly mail you the keys after you send your first deposit. — Okay. Really? The person who gives a deposit in this situation really deserves because you gotta be too stupid to believe in it.
Anyway, my everyday is pretty much the same. After checking my emails I go out to see some apartment. On my way, I get an ice coffee, every day in a different place because I want find the best coffee in the area.
So today I am going to East Village. I spoke on the phone with a French girl who was a bit rude. She asked me a hundred time if I really want to see the place because she does not want to waste her time (neither do I, honey).
I go walking. The apartment is very close to 1st Avenue and to the L train. It is very convenient location, and the area is nice. The only thing I don’t like about East Village is that everything is old, and I see many rats on the street. Yuk!!
I just got to her place, and she is not at home. I call her, and she asks me if I could wait. She asks me again if I am really interested, and I say again: Yes, Marie, I am.
Marie has a funny accent, and although I know she is French, she sounds like Turkish to me. Maybe her background is Turkish.
Marie gets to the place. She is holding many plants, and she asks my help. She opens the door, and here I go again to a third-floor walk-up apartment. My butt is going to be great by the end of the month!
Marie opens the door, and I see a very bright living room. It looks a hippie apartment, a messy one. She has plants and clothes all over the floor. It’s awful. It reminds my mom’s apartment. My mother loves plants, but she does not have a balcony. She, thus, hangs her plants on the furniture and windows, which gives a very messy aspect to her home. Marie’s apartment is no different. She says she has been very busy, and she gives some excuses for her mess. I understand.
She shows me the two rooms available. Both of the rooms are very large; however, they don’t have windows. One of them is quite bright because it has a huge French style door. The apartment is actually converted to three bedrooms because It looks like a one bedroom apartment. , The size of the place is okay though. I have been to places that were literally a shoebox (and I am not talking about the room, I am talking about the entire apartment). The place is not a super nice apartment, but it is alright. Marie is a funny and friendly girl. She works for United Nations, and she looks very happy with her life in New York.
After showing me the entire apartment, which usually does not take too long (Manhattan apartments are not too big, at least not these ones in my budget), Maries starts to talk about her life. She talks a lot. I am so hangover, and I start to feel dizzy. It’s funny the way she tries to sell the room: She says all the bad stuff about the place, and then say: if you really want the room with all these problems, it is yours.
She starts to talk about some rules to be considered by her next roommate. Her first request is to not cook meat. She tells she had an American roommate, and he was very nasty. He used to cook meat, sausages, and hamburgers every night after partying. The apartment looks like a loft, so the smell used to spread all over the place. Gross! She says she loves Americans to be friends, but she doesn’t want another American roommate. They are too messy and too nasty for her. Her accent sounds very funny when she complains. Now I hear her French accent. I really like French accents. It is funny and beautiful at the same time.
After explaining all her rules, she starts to talk about her background, and how used to be her life in France. She is not from Paris, but from a small town in France. She lived in Paris for a while though. She says she loves champagne, and that the best thing in life is drinking champagne and swimming naked in a lake in her hometown. She says people in New York do not know how to live and have fun like the French, especially because she thinks New Yorkers don’t have taste. This sounded a bit arrogant! She, on the other hand, says she loves New York. She has been living in the city for about four years, and she thinks New York is special because it’s an international city where many young and open-minded people live. I totally agree with her. She asks me how long I am planning to stay in the city, and I say until the end of my practical training, which will be in two years. She then gets back to me saying that she is positive that I will stay at least five more years, or even forever. I don’t know why most of people that I met here always say the same thing. I think it’s because I am always saying that I want to go back. If I wanted to stay, they would say: ‘Noooo, it’s so hard to survive here. Don’t do that!! Go back home!’
After our conversation that lasted about an hour, I start to ask for more details about the place, such as utilities, deposit, move in date, and etc. In the middle of her explanation, she says something kind of funny: ‘You don’t have to worry about the Internet. It’s free!!’. - I ask: ’How come?’ - She says: ‘Some linksys provides internet for me for free. Sometimes the reception is not too good, but if you go close to the window, it is okay.’ - I look at her thinking she is totally crazy. She is, in fact, stealing the wireless connection from one of her neighbors, but she doesn’t look like she knows it. I honestly don’t know whether or not she knows what she is doing. She even states the free Internet is one of the biggest ‘assets’ of her place. She then says she has many different Wi-Fi providers for free once in a while, and she gives me a list. She probably knows she is stealing, right? Everybody knows linksys is the name of router when it is set up in for the first time. Most of people who does not care about setting up a password, or simply do not know how to do, just leave the original set up letting some smart neighbor like Marie to steal. Stealing Wi-Fi is a very common in New York. I went to some other places where they assumed they do that. They didn’t pretend they think it’s for free because, the true is: someone is paying for that. Honestly, I think this stealing thing is very negative about her place. I am a student from a country abroad, and I definitely need a good Internet connection fast enough to Skype.
Marie does not stop talking, and I have to leave. A friend of mine is waiting for me for lunch; plus, I am starving. I try to find an excuse to leave, but she doesn’t want me to go. Imagine living with this girl! I’d turn crazy with so much talking everyday. She is nice, but no window, no internet, and no cooking…. Hummm… no!! Next!