{"id":1054,"date":"2013-10-09T17:23:13","date_gmt":"2013-10-09T21:23:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.renthop.com\/news\/?p=1054"},"modified":"2013-10-24T17:24:39","modified_gmt":"2013-10-24T21:24:39","slug":"meet-the-neighbors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.renthop.com\/blog\/meet-the-neighbors\/","title":{"rendered":"Meet the Neighbors"},"content":{"rendered":"
Moving to New York City<\/a>, I was pretty sure that my life would be exactly like the TV shows in which young twenty-somethings move into amazing apartments and make lifelong friends. I know these sitcoms are shot on a soundstage, scripted, and totally unrealistic, but unrealistic is everything when you move to a city where you\u2019re lucky to find lunch for under $10. Even your chance to meet the neighbors is more glamorous on television.<\/p>\n Across from my four-bedroom apartment of all girls is another unit for four boys. Of course, we were destined to live the life of Friends<\/i>, Monica and Rachel on one side, and Chandler and Joey across the hall. We\u2019d share refrigerator goods, hang out at the coffee shop downstairs, and have oh so many laughable times together. Not.<\/p>\n In fact, for the first five months of living in my apartment, I didn\u2019t know any of my neighbors<\/a>\u2019 names, and I was unlikely to get a \u201cHi!\u201d from someone while we were walking up or down the stairs together.\u00a0 So that was unfortunate.<\/p>\n I\u2019ve always been a social person: the door was always open to my college dorm and growing up my house was home to endless sleepovers, so living in a building full of strangers felt uncomfortable.<\/p>\nReality of Living with Neighbors in a City<\/h2>\n