A beautiful neighbourhood in Midtown Manhattan, Murray Hill is now the place I call 'home'. A suburb overflowing with rowdy restaurants and busy bars, where residents walk their expensive dogs down its pretty, tree-lined streets.
There is a great deli on the corner - where I can grab my token "Bagel & Schmear". Next to that, a fresh flower shop where businessmen of Wall Street grab a dozen roses on the way home to make up for missing dinner, yet again. Then, there is a subway located just two blocks away (the 6 Line, not the 6 inch kind).
My best discovery so far, has been the local "Wash & Dry". I dropped off my dirty clothes and returned an hour later to find them all cleaned, dried and neatly folded. It was like Mum has done my washing! I suddenly find myself missing home and maintaining eye contact with the Asian lady for far too long. Thank you Chinese Mum...this washing detergent smells of nostalgia and for that, I will tip you generously :)
So I'm feeling good about my amazing apartment, located in this safe, serene suburb. Until.. I checked out Gothamist for the daily New York news and read: Gang Stabbing in E 26 Street.
Two men stabbed - repeatedly in the chest, leaving one dead. It had happened just footsteps away... and at 9:30 AM! A drug dealer left for dead - in sheer daylight.
That's when it sinks in. I am in New York. A crazy city where crime gives no consideration to your ZIP code. Owner of a French Mastiff or not, shit happens.
That's just life in the Big Apple! Gorgeous one day, gang stabbing the next.
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