There wasn’t really one concrete reason to leave Jackson Heights, though in a way there was also every reason to move away.

I had moved in with my partner into his two bedroom, one-bath apartment on the sixth floor of an old building on 35^th Avenue and 88^th Street. The apartment had spacious proportions--a true eat-in kitchen, and a large master bedroom. Though it really needed some updating (particularly the bathroom), there was nothing truly wrong with it. Nothing, other than being in Jackson Heights.