HEY. I actually like it here.
OK, so I must have grown up in a bad place? A normal blue-collar family in the Midwest. We had the same house my whole life and a dog and a yard. So, nope.
OK... so I must have lived in really terrible New York places or my parents' basement? Poplar Street in Brooklyn Heights, Williamsburg, 12th and A, and 36th and 10th. So, try again.
OK... so I must be one of those unemployed liberal arts kids who can't afford anything else? Three strikes, amigo. You're out.
I have been here for a half a year now. I wanted to wait a while to review it so that I could properly assess it, and I feel as if a good amount of time has passed. I came out here because after almost three years of the hopping transient New York life, I was ready to get more comfortable here... make this city MY OWN. Long story short: last year, I had the normal quarter-life crisis, didn't show up to my LSAT, changed my career path, broke up with (and out of the apartment of) my seventh-year WLRK boyfriend, and moved to LeFrak City. And let me say, LeFrak City was by NO MEANS a last resort. I spent a long time searching and deciding, and knew the city backwards and forwards.
Let me dispel some myths. LeFrak City is not "privately owned projects." The people here are nice. They are from all different nationalities and backgrounds, so get over yourself if you equate that with subsidized housing. This is the most diverse building I've ever been in-- even more diverse than the international dorm at college. There are a lot of older folks, too, who keep to themselves. I have NEVER encountered people hanging out sketchily in the halls or lawn or anything. In fact, I have never been approached, and I usually work until 1:00 AM. I frequently make friends in the laundry room, in the halls, and with all of the maintenance workers. One new friend is a retired NYPD officer. Another is a staff sergeant in the Army. Another is just some dude named Mario who guards my dryer when I run back up to my apartment. Then there are the Lebanese high schoolers who always sign for my packages when I'm not home and knock on my door later that evening, presenting me with my UPS goodies. Once it was a flat-screen TV, and it was my first week there, before I had even met them. They could have kept my TV and I would have NEVER known!
People here are good people-- I want to reiterate that. Often, my Soap.com order gets delivered while I am off galavanting, and sits in the hallway for eight hours. The box is CLEARLY a Soap.com box and it is huge. Obviously, it's full of brand-new stuff. I returned home two Fridays ago to find that it had not been touched, after eight hours of sitting in the hallway. Since my New York Times was stolen off my doorstep every morning when I lived in the East Village, you can understand how flabbergasted this makes me.
Rent is A THOUSAND DOLLARS for a studio. Did you hear me? Do you know what that buys you in Manhattan or Brooklyn? Or rather, what that doesn't buy you? It DOESN'T buy you 500 square feet, brand-new appliances, a ceramic electric stove, a remodeled bathroom, an alcoved kitchen, a fresh paint job, three closets, new floors, two huge windows, laundry in the building, elevators, a swimming pool, tennis courts, or basketball courts.
Also, no, I have never heard gun shots, seen members of the Latin Kings, or heard even a domestic dispute. (I am sure that domestic disputes happen, though -- 1 in 4 women!!) But seriously, I don't even see drug deals, guys. But do you know what I heard underneath my East Village apartment two years ago? Purse-snatching, screaming, fights, and sirens. And that was a lot more than a thousand dollars.
Whenever anything is broken, the super sends a maintenance person within the hour. (Usually within ten minutes. I am not joking you.)
The ONLY downfall (yes, I am serious, the ONLY downfall) is that it's a good 45-60 minutes to downtown Manhattan. And I mean deep downtown, like south of Wall Street. But 20 minutes to Lex. And it's 10 full minutes to walk to the R/M stop. But get Dunkin Donuts on the way and deal with it. You're paying a thousand dollars; you're overlooking Flushing-Meadows Corona Park, not Gramercy Park. What do you expect? By far the best bang for your buck in any of the five boroughs-- better than Midwood, Bay Ridge, and much safer than Flatbush or Crown Heights.
Will I renew my lease? You bet. And after that? Yup. Unless, of course, some three-letter agency calls me and tells me that they love my Yelp reviews so much that they are going to waive the application and security clearance time and hire me on the spot to go on an international tour, effective immediately. Or unless I get a $500,000 raise. In that case, Gramercy Park doesn't look half bad. But then I won't have a pool. Or those awesome Lebanese kids to sign for my packages. read more