So here we are.
New York City apartment living is one of those things that people who do not live in New York City apartments somehow seem to know about, via sitcoms and movies and folklore. It’s expensive. It’s cramped. There are wacky neighbors across the hall. Peepholes and buzzers are involved. Leaks and peeping toms and thin walls. Nutty landlords, and uh oh, the rent is due. Really, that’s any apartment anywhere, not just in New York. But because of sitcoms and movies and folklore, when suburbanites think “apartment,” they think New York.
But sitcoms and movies and folklore never capture everything. They rarely do. It’s just because sometimes things happen in apartments that are strange but mundane, annoying but not fascinating, eventful but not enough for a plot line.