My first day in New York was Saturday, January 19. I arrived with my parents and a van full of clothes, bath towels, and a whole lot of nerves.
My parents were pleasantly surprised at the lack of traffic coming into the city, but unpleasantly not surprised at the difficulty finding a parking spot. After lots of circling around blocks, my father finally settled into a spot about 3 blocks from my apartment. In New York yards, a parking spot 3 blocks away is as good as one in your driveway.