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Somewhere in the Swede dictionary, the word Ikea sits. For many dumbass americans, it must mean something like cheap furniture that is incredibly modern, and is made for young singles starting off, or dorm rooms.

In the Swede dictionary however, it probably means Hell.

I hate Ikea with every bit of hate that I can only muster for places such as Staten Island. But with my budget they are a needed evil.

Last Saturday, at 2pm, I moved. RFNYC has a new base of operations, and this time we are actually in the city instead of the suburbs. The neighborhood is Washington Heights, where I really am is close to the border of Inwood. My section of the Heights, is an interesting mix. On my block, it’s mostly Spainish. There is a few hipsters here and there, but it’s predominately Spainish. I don’t mind, the people there are nice enough, and they don’t bother me. Besides I’m the one that is living in their territory.

On block over on Bennett Ave, where the A train is the yuppie bastards took over. It feels like an entirely different neighborhood, it’s such a strange mix between societities upper crust, and lower that I can’t help but be confused. With my pay, I’m a lower middle class technically, but I’m gentrifying a neighborhood. Where am I in this?

But I do like this neighborhood, I really like this apartment and I have no complaints about it. But I still hate Ikea.

PS. Aussie I know you’re reading this. I’m sending your stuff soon there is more than I thought so I’m going to need to send it in seperate packages.

PPS. I’m using the dishes and towels now. I couldn’t help but be a little sad when I opened and started putting them away.