Good luck in New York!

In March 2004, I was still living in Boston but knew I was moving to NYC because I had already been offered a job by the NYC Dept of Environmental Protection. Therefore, I made an appointment with a realtor whose name I had found in the NY Times to come down for a day and look at apartments.

The realtor gave me an address that as on Broadway. That day, I set off to Broadway. Not being from New York, I had assumed that there was only one Broadway, the one where all the famous shows are.

Imagine my surprise when I go to that address and find nothing but an Anthropologie store.

I call the realtor up and she tells me it's Broadway in Astoria.

I quickly hail a cab and we drive out to Astoria from the Village (where I had mistakenly ended up). On the way, I told him where I was moving from, I was looking for an apartment and that I was a personal trainer. He told me his fiancee was also a trainer.

He dropped me at the realtor's address and I paid the fare. I turned to leave when he said "Hey!"

I turned back around.

He smiled and said "Good luck in New York!"

I have always been grateful to that cabbie for saying that.