I received an Instagram message this morning from a past work exchange guest. I hear from her every now and then, but only when she wants to visit NYC and needs housing. So of course, she was asking whether we had a petsit she could do or a room for her at 40 VR. I’d help her out, but I have neither. And she’s emailed weird dates – 4 days, followed by a break in time, and 4 more days. Not at all likely to be conducive to a petsit. When I tell her I have neither, as our Bnb … Read More
Waking up in someone else’s bed (a petsit owner’s, to be clear, next to my husband), I have to wonder – where can I look to find what time it is?
My phone is all the way across the space charging in the kitchen, but lookee, there is an alarm clock blaring in red letters that it is 3:36am.
I feel cold because the top, woolen blanket has come off of my in my sleep. I tug it back on, but it feels too warm. I lay as still as possible, hoping doing so well help me re-enter slumber…
Sure it’s likely to be small.
Sure it doesn’t have its own bathroom.
But.. it could suit our needs perfectly and offer us a crashpad to sleep at in between petsits. After all, as it stands, in January, we have so but 7 nights covered with petsits, and in February even less.
However, the moment we stepped into the building, any dream of this as an option immediately halted when ours noses twitched and picked up the scent of urine.
I’ve decided to take this blog in a different direction because there’s enough knowledge based options out there to read, but what if you just want insight into someone’s thoughts? Maybe you want to know what it’s like trying to manage the lifestyle of a 365-day a year nomad, with a lifestyle largely based in petsitting in NYC. Maybe you want to hear the mundanity of a life of packing and unpacking – planning and scheduling one’s housing situation – and all the regular flow of having a full-time job in NYC at the same time. Or what if I … Read More
We’re losing our cheap apartment because I refuse to help our landlord pursue a creepy fascination with an ex girlfriend’s daughter.
I wish I was joking, but I’m not.
I used to think it was a NYC thing my always lusting over the next best thing. But I liked to separate myself from other NYers because I desired something bigger, immaterial. I desired to move to a third world country to begin work at a nonprofit, likely in disaster relief, education, or housing development. I wanted to help those in greater need than those in my country, as no matter how poor, Americans can somewhat count on a relatively robust welfare system.
All this felt a noble pursuit, but in the background I was feeling material frustration.
After selling my half of a Hoboken condo I shared with an ex boyfriend, we had enough to place a 25% down payment on a 3rd property…
I’m all about giving experiences and time to those you love, and anything sans wrap, or wrapped with paper you can reuse – newspaper, packaging paper that came with an Amazon order, or even magazine sheets. I, myself, often rummage through our shared building recycling bins for mags to read, as I enjoy taking a break from my phone to read the while running on the treadmill at my gym – hence the stash of Allure in our bathroom 😉. But… if you’re really feeling an urge to wrap, especially with gifts for the little ones, here are some Chanukah … Read More