181st Street | MTA | Washington Heights | New York City
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It was the second to last day of me living in Washington Heights and I was definitely ready for the move. I had been living in the Heights for more than a year after returning from Hong Kong and was scrambling to find a place. I did not have a job and was unsure of what my future income would be so my thought process was to move far outside the city where the rent is low and go from there. The plan was to stay for about 3 months, it ended up being a year and 5 months.
The neighborhood gave me another perspective on the city and introduced me to some really incredible people but overall, I was extremely miserable. I found myself in the pattern of point A to B. I would wake up at the same time every day, have cereal, walk to the subway, go to my job that I did not like, go to the gym, and ride the 1 local uptown for about 45 minutes, and then plop myself down on the couch for some DVR.
I am now in the east village and although things are more accessible to me and I no longer use the MTA, patterns do repeat themselves if not challenged.