Ever since I moved here last summer, people have been raving about how awesome fall is in New York. And they’re sort of right–unlike the Great Lakes autumns of my youth, where it’s 55 degrees out by the beginning of October and snowing by Halloween, it is still nice here until like mid-November. Maybe this is just global warming, but I’ll take a few extra 75-degree days.
Last fall I did not enjoy my fall. Partially because I didn’t really know what to do, or know enough people to actually do anything fun with, and partially because I lived in a sucky apartment in a sort of sucky neighborhood. (With bedbugs! And gun fights at 2am!) But this fall, in a much improved situation, I intend(ed) to make the most of it, and here’s how:
Inside & Out 