My new apartment in Hell’s Kitchen was a two-bedroom railroad apartment. It was actually a one-bedroom that the landlord had partitioned in order to be able to call it a two-bedroom. It was a third floor walk-up with outdated appliances. The front gas burner did not light, and the kitchen sink did not drain. The bathroom and bedroom windows faced the adjacent apartment. I covered the window with a curtain to maintain an element of privacy. Despite the shortcomings, I was excited to have my own apartment for the first time in my life, with no one to consider—except Meowser. Jeffrey had asked if he could help move me that Saturday, but not wanting to inconvenience him, I opted for an online advert for a “Man with a Van,” to help me move. I only had enough things for a van.. He was an old man in his late sixties, much like his van. I looked around the room of my new place and smiled. It was the first time I had lived on my own. The next day, Kim and M.D had stopped over to help me get things from IKEA.
