In Which Miss Jill Bids Adieu to the Homies With a Solitary Tear in Her Eye

The big news of today is that I am moving to Brooklyn before the end of the month and I am feeling nostalgic about all of the beautiful moments that I have enjoyed in Upper Manhattan. So nostalgic, in fact, that I have compiled a list:

What I Will Miss About Washington Heights
1. I get to relive study abroad (I went to the Dominican Republic) every day of my life.
2. “Hey Goldilocks, nice legs. They are big like I like them.”
3. “¿Cómo tu ta mami?” translation, “¿Cómo estás?”
4. Street cred from having your neighbor stabbed to death on the south end of your building.
5. The melodious serenade of meringue music, child abuse and Call of Duty rocking you to sleep every night.
6. Really awesome Central American food. Only Salvadorians truly understand that my food budget is $1.50 USD.
7. Pineapple and mango stands in the summer.
8. Not being able to walk five feet without tripping on a huge pile of trash. When I was in the actual D.R., I got to the point where I didn’t see it anymore. After returning home, however, I realized that 75 percent of my pictures featured piles of trash as the backdrop.
9. Kids who attack me with light sabers.
10. Fort Tryon Park, a great place to go after you have dumped your swinger boss by e-mail.
11. All of my awesome friends!

The move is inevitable, since we haven’t paid rent since December, due to numerous human rights violations on the part of the management. A few weeks ago the apartment manager left me a message that said, “Every night at 10:00 p.m., the boiler automatically turns off. There is no heat at this time until 6:00 a.m.” Unfortunately for her, that is against the law and I have a recording of it on my computer. If I could figure out how to post an audio clip, I would put it on the blog.