To describe this city as fast is an acute understatement. To describe life in NYC as an emotional rollarcoaster is intensely accurate. Extreme highs so easily coincide with extreme lows that they almost feel simultaneous. I guess that is possible anywhere, but in New York City, it seems like the rollarcoaster is a little bit faster, a lot more emotional and overwhelmingly draining.
For the third time in less than a week, I missed applying for a less than ideal, but nonetheless suitable apartment by just hours. I used to think that real estate brokers' statements like "apply now before it's gone," "will move quickly" and "won't last," were just exaggerated sales pitches.
Nope. Not in this city.