Hello sexies,
So I visited my apartment for the foreseeable future last Saturday. It is on the highest floor of a 28 floor apartment building located in Morris Park, Bronx, NY. The first thing my dad notices as we walk across the hallway to the apartment door is, "It smells like New York." I go in, and technically, it's the pent house suite of the apartment building being a 3 br on the top floor. But really? It looks like an apartment that was built in 1955 and has been kept in moderate repair. So yeah, not that great.
I look around the apartment some more and note a few things. It feels like the cleanliness level of the current apartment dweller is about the same as mine. So that's good. Okay, not the best for first impressions, but definitely a nice place to be in retrospect.
The greatest quality about the apartment, though, is the view. In the east end bedroom, the window looks out to the campus of Einstein in all of its glory. Below, you can see the open area of the campus. To the right is the new genetics building. Straight in front, centered in the window, is the main educational building with the sign, Albert Einstein College of Medicine at eye level. In the distance is the Montefiore building. It's like the architects planned this out just for the students living in these apartments.
The paranoia kicked in a few hours after the visit. Thoughts popped up like, "What if my roommates are jerks and noisy? What if my neighbors are douchebags? What if my classmates are stuck up?" They became more specific and more ridiculous as time went on, "What if my roommate wants my room so he moves my bed and lamp into the empty room? What if they decide to throw out the window? What if they do massive amounts of LSD and weed and whisper pokemon quotes into my ear while I'm studying because they think it'd be funny?" Ok I made up the last one, because I think it'd be kinda funny if they did that, in a defeatist sort of way...
But I digress. Eventually, I come down with this thought, "I wish I had gotten into Maryland." A scary thought for sure, but now that I think about it, not really. The main reason why I'd want to go to Maryland is for convenience, and honestly, that is not a reason to choose a med school. I'm being paranoid and afraid in an unhealthy amount. My wish to go to Maryland is because I'm comfortable with Baltimore and have familial support 30 minutes away. Maybe it's a good thing that I'm taking this distance in a new place.
I talked to my parents about this, and apparently, I was like this before college, too. So much was I afraid, two of my cousins stayed the night at my place before I left and even drove down to St. Mary's with me to make sure I was okay. My college experience, for the record, turned out way awesome. The first semester was something else though. I mean, people doing shrooms and talking to you about history while you were studying Krebs' cycle was not a common occurance, but it did occur... once. So the moral of the story is maybe that I'm freaking out unreasonably so, and maybe I should just enjoy being able to go furnish a new apartment.
Cheers!
Minh
