I found an apartment. I don't know quite how to explain it except to say that it is a tiny, minuscule, petite, little studio. Actually, it's basically a room. But it's a room with a full separate kitchen and bathroom, hardwood floors, 12ft ceilings, and huge windows, so I suppose that counts for something. It's in a pre-war tenement building on one of those narrow, ancient, one way streets lined with 19th century row houses, towering oak trees, and slate sidewalks in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn. I kind of lucked out, but I always did have good real estate karma.

Anyway, I'll be staying in this sparsely furnished studio until I can find (in order of importance) a job, and then a permanent apartment, at which point I'll have to send for all my furniture and personal belongings. And by 'send for' I most likely mean flying back to Grand Rapids and renting a U-Haul to drive said belongings back to New York. Fun times.