When I first came to New York City, I moved into a small apartment on the fifth floor of a six-floor, elevator-less building. This meant every time I left the apartment, every time I came back, every time I forgot my keys or realized I needed an umbrella, a hike ensued. I lived in my tiny pad atop its beanstalk for two years, and I probably climbed the stairwell more than 1,000 times., When I... moreWhen I first came to New York City, I moved into a small apartment on the fifth floor of a six-floor, elevator-less building. This meant every time I left the apartment, every time I came back, every time I forgot my keys or realized I needed an umbrella, a hike ensued. I lived in my tiny pad atop its beanstalk for two years, and I probably climbed the stairwell more than 1,000 times., When I first came to New York City, I moved into a small apartment on the fifth floor of a six-floor, elevator-less building. This meant every time I left the apartment, every time I came back, every time I forgot my keys or realized I needed an umbrella, a hike ensued. I lived in my tiny pad atop its beanstalk for two years, and I probably climbed the stairwell more than 1,000 times. view page