I ended up with my apartment in Bed-Stuy because it was close to the train to my office work, walking distance to Harold and to Roy, and near lots and lots of hipster coffeeshops, but my bedroom happens to have a skylight. It’s a walk-up, without a dishwasher, and the laundry is down the street, and my room is just barely big enough for my bed and my clothes, but there’s a gorgeous skylight over my bed.
As the days get lighter, I’ve begun waking up earlier. You’d think this is going to be a delightful story about waking up in the middle of the city, with sunshine on my face, but actually, I wake up in a panic that it’s so bright, it must be late, I must have slept through my alarm! And I leap out of bed in panic. Every day.
These bright spring mornings are totally overrated.