Getting a little too familiar

Well, I've discovered a routine: I get up, maybe work out with Christina in the sterile, hotel-like gym in our building, send her off to work, and then sit in front or her laptop for five or six hours, connecting with brokers and arranging meeting times. I end up getting all tense and fidgety. Sometime in the early or mid-afternoon I finally leave the apartment and make my way to Brooklyn or another meeting point to see an apartment. It's a great way to see the city (even though I end up going to more or less the same neighborhoods every time), but it doesn't feel that fulfilling. Given that we're just looking for a simple one-bedroom apartment, and so far I've seen about ten places and spoken to at least twice as many brokers, it feels like I'm trashing around in an exhausting freestyle stroke just to keep my nose above the water.

I haven't had a chance to explore much more of the city since my last entry. I should make an effort to get down to the financial district, walk around Harlem, explore Central Park a bit more thoroughly, see Little Italy or what's left of it. Chinatown would be an interesting counterpoint to China as well as to the Chinatowns in Oakland and San Francisco. But there just hasn't been any time; I'm doing this apartment-searching thing from 9-5 (and more), it seems.

I feel as though I'm in a bit of a rut with this blog reporting but maybe I'll get back into the swing of it once the apartment thing is settled and I wrestle my way out of this rut.