Summer in the City

The day has finally arrived! This morning I'm deflating the air mattress I've been sleeping on for the last three weeks. I'm doing laundry, re-packing my suitcases, and tidying up the section of my friends' living room they so generously let Peter and me camp out in.

Is it just me? Or do you think of that scene in When Harry Met Sally too?

This afternoon, we're moving via taxi cab to our summer sublet. Will someone please pinch me? I think I'm dreaming. This is the view right outside my new apartment door. A good slap would do, too.

It's at 5th Avenue and Washington Square Park in Greenwich Village. No, we didn't inherit a sack of gold coins. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time while searching for apartments online. We're subletting from an NYU professor who will be away for the summer. When I first saw the price, I seriously thought it was an error. It must be per week, not per month. But I inquired anyway. A few emails later, perhaps with the help of some Minnesota Nice, the apartment was ours.