What do you remember about your first New York apartment? Was it a mouse-infested closet? A flat with a fake dividing wall? Perhaps it was a fabulous space with persnickety roommates. This week’s Appraisal features a fiction author’s real-life reminiscences about her first apartment, where her roommates included so many mice that she learned to make plans, lots of plans, so that she was never home.
The Appraisal wants to know what you remember about your first apartment in New York City? What were its benefits? What were its most memorable qualities? What impact has it had on your future?
Let us know your thoughts.