New York City: Home, Sweet Home

Lately, I’ve been blogging about “blogging” (e.g. blogging about meeting another blogger, blogging about getting nominated for a blog award, etc.). So, today I’m going to talk a little about my offline life. As you may know, I’m back in New York. It’s so good to be home again. And, speaking of home, I’m getting pretty settled into the new place. It’s the smallest apartment in which I’ve ever lived; but, then again, this is New York City. Everyone tells me that you kind of have to come to terms with renting/owning a very small apartment if you’re going to live here. But, truth be told, there are actually a few advantages to having a small apartment. For example, cleaning the entire place from top to bottom takes less than an hour. And, of course, if I want to give first-time visitors the Grand Tour, I simply have to place my hands on either side of their shoulders and give them a good spin in one full circle. I still want to do a million things with the place before I consider it “finished” but, for now, at least it’s clean. When I first moved in, it was dirtier than Colin Farrell’s dick. Wanna see a couple of pictures of the kitchen? Anything for you ... my dear, sweet, honey-dipped reader. :-) In the images below, before pictures appear on the left and after pictures are on the right. Click the image to expand to full size, if needed. Enjoy! Kitchen Appliances. This is the entire kitchen. Believe it or not, I am considered "lucky" because I have a full-sized refrigerator and a stove. (I can't tell you how many times I've been asked, "Can you, you know, cook in your kitchen?" when I tell people that I have a new place.) Accoutrement. As you can see, when I moved in, the management company and/or the building super was so kind to provide me with a dirty sink and left over crap. I cleaned it up and replaced the crap with bright yellow and orange kitchen accoutrement as well as live houseplants. Dirt. Here is another shot of the sink just because I really cannot believe how dirty it was when I first moved in. The dust & dirt was piled so high that you could run your finger through it. GROSS! (Speaking of dirty, I just realized that I forgot to remove the dirty dish from the sink when I took the photo. Oops!)