everything and nothing
it's Frances Ha meets Seinfeld
I’m sitting on the floor of a one bedroom apartment in New York City. The hardwood floors are blonde, the 10 foot ceilings culminate in a skylight, sun pours into windows in every room.
Everything happened fast—Gabi and I got here late on Sunday night, saw a handful of places Monday morning and sent off one application Monday afternoon.
In the weeks lea…