Lost in Place

Just as the acclaimed off-Broadway show prepares to make its Broadway opening, I too, will be making a debut In the Heights.

My sojourn as a Manhattan tenant won’t officially begin until I move my bed in next week, but the signs are all there that I’m headed for another adventure. If the past week is any indication, I predict that living in NYC will be far from dull.

Things got off to an interesting start, when I managed to lose my wallet while en-route to deliver my first rent check to my new roommates. “Hi, I’m here to give you the check, but can I quickly use your computer to find my bank’s 1-800 number so I can cancel my ATM and credit cards first?”

Someone is watching out for me, though, because the roomies were cool about my wallet crisis, and then it turned out not to be a crisis after all — because a darling Romanian woman, out walking her blind dog along Broadway near Lincoln Center, was kind enough to retrieve it from the sidewalk where busy folks were just passing it by. Ana speaks no English, so her daughter called later that night with the good news. When I went to pick up the wallet, I brought some bright yellow freesia and a pink gerber daisy, and greeted her with a super huge thank-you hug. A pretty uplifting way to begin my life as a resident of NYC!