Home sweet home

Well, i'm here. It's 23:55 local time, 4:55 james time. But i've made it. The taxi on the way into New York played 1950s jazz the whole way, what a fitting introduction to the city.

In a very New York move, I decided to use all the cash I have on me (a full $5) to tip the doorman. Leaving me with nothing but the satisfied glow of a man who probably didn't tip enough.

I've checked in to my $3700 a month apartment, which appears to be a small kitchen with a large bed in it. But there we are, I've attached a photo (as taken beautifully by my macbook) if anyone is interested. And no, there are no other rooms. This is it. Home.