Tomorrow morning I’m going to check out an apartment in Greenpoint.
The building is owned by a former landlord. He’s a decent guy. Assuming the apartment checks out, taking G train would be the only bad part of this arrangement. Then again, the horrors of the G train at night are not to be underestimated.
But I could join the Y again.
As luck would have it, my one good friend in Greenpoint just moved to the East Village yesterday.