But the bread and butter was always my Craig’s List trade: random people in the city who needed to move things in New York, and needed to do so soon and at an affordable rate.
This is how I came to know and love New York so intimately. Everyday I was able to meet people from all walks of life and enter their home. I was able to explore neighborhoods I would have otherwise never set foot in. I learned quickly that New York was home to some of the most amazing people and the most fascinating communities. My favorite places were in those far reaches of the outer boroughs, neighborhoods with strong identities and elusion from main stream recognition: Elmhurst, Queens; Borough Park, Brooklyn; Inwood, Manhattan, to name just a few.
It was a great adventure. Everyday was different, and very busy. One morning I might start off helping a young Chinese couple move from an apartment in Sunset Park to a home in Bensonhurst, then I’d fly up to Chelsea to deliver a painting to an Upper West Side apartment before scooting across town to East Harlem and help someone extract a leather sofa from a housing project to bring to their mother’s place on the LES. I’d end the day by helping a hipster relocate from an overpriced South Williamsburg apartment to an overpriced Bushwick apartment. Then go home and count my cash over a beer.