My first apartment was so small I had to step outside to change my mind. The year was 1968. The apartment was on Sullivan Street, just above Little Italy, with a live poultry market around the corner.
My first NYC apartment was on Steinway Street—party central of Astoria, Queens. I have very fond memories of my bachelor days there, but there are a lot of strange memories, too.
I moved to NYC in 1987, and found my first apartment through an ad in The Village Voice—a third floor walk-up, 2 bedroom on the corner of Bleecker & Sullivan, in the heart of the Village. (I had to be told what the “village” was; I was from Michigan for god’s sake.)
I was about 22 years old when I finally left my parents’ home and rented my first apartment with a friend I’d known in parochial school. It wasn’t easy to leave. Even though it was the Sixties, nice Catholic girls didn’t move out of their parent’s homes unless they were married.
Christopher Gray, the “Streetscapes” columnist for the New York Times, takes a funny look back at how he got his first apartment in 1970 (a $45-a-month railroad flat!) and what life was like in NYC then.
My “first apartment in NYC” story concerns a large dusty loft in Tribeca and is a clear example of how things have changed in the city in the past 30 years.
NYC housing stress is nothing new but is it worse these days then when you moved here? This New York Times article does a good job of outlining why it probably is.