Unfortunately, New York City is nowhere near home. Still, it's not bad, as American cities go. I've finally got everything moved in to the new apartment, though organizing it all is going to have to come later. Hence me tripping over books and boxes every time I go to the kitchen. The apartment is nice, though, and close to an authentic Mexican market, so it'll be like a little piece of home. I haven't met any of the neighbors, or the staff at NYU, so I'll have to make that a priority once the house is liveable.