It's so easy to recycle in NYC because it's required.
Every apartment building, as far as I know, has bins for paper products and bins for plastics, metals and other recyclables. My building has one at the bottom of every wing of stairs. Every day, I just walk down with a bag full of cans, papers and boxes, and I drop them right off.
When I moved in, the rental office gave me the cutest little list (see it here) of what is recyclable and what isn't. It features sassy-looking recycling bins, like the ones pictured, grinning as items fall into them. I taped it to my cupboard, because you'd be surprised what is recyclable, like wire hangers and shampoo bottles, versus what isn't, like styrofoam and battieries. Plus, the cartoons make me smile.
Even better? Every floor of my building has a trash compactor. All you do is drop your trash into a little chute and it disappears forever. Sometimes I feel a bit guilty dropping a bag of kitty poop into the compactor, because I'm not sure if it goes into a dumpster that someone has to deal with or if it does, in fact, get "compacted" immediately.
Either way, I don't even have to carry it down the stairs, so I'm happy.
update me :(
Posted by: your blog | June 06, 2008 at 07:35 PM