Tag Archives: Apartment

Why can’t this weekend last longer?

After a week of miserable rain and humidity, Saturday dawned perfectly pleasant: sunny and dry.

Weather

But it wasn’t the prospect of a good hair day that had me smiling. Instead, it was the fact that the future owner of an unwanted – and very, very large – piece of furniture would soon be removed from my bedroom in the new apartment. Continue reading

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How was your weekend?

My weekend started a little early with Arte Agave on Thursday.

Arte Agave

It was awesome! I hope those of you who attended had as much fun as my friends and me, enjoying margarita popsicles, terrific live music and tiny hats. Continue reading

Saying goodbye to NeighborKid (and other thoughts on moving)

Last Sunday, I played apartment hallway baseball with NeighborKid. I had a minor hangover and was wearing the boot. Truthfully I just wanted to go back to bed with a pillow over my face.

But she was so happy to play that I kept pitching and she kept hitting.

After all, I’m moving soon so I won’t have many more moments like these.

NeighborKid

When I moved into this apartment, NeighborKid was two and a half years old. More baby-like than kid often. She had a sometimes challenging personality (her parents would agree!). But now, she’s fun and silly and I’ll miss her.


Fortunately the new apartment is giving me lots of reasons to be excited: Continue reading

Moving on up!

I’m moving on up…to the Northside of Williamsburg, that is.

At the end of May, I’ll be moving approximately seven blocks from where I presently live to a much larger apartment I’ll share with my friend Katie.

One bonus: my rent is going to go down by a LOT. Another bonus? There’s a washer dryer in the apartment. This is a big deal in NYC.

When I told my mother that I am moving, it was clear to me that she hoped it would be to a Manhattan apartment. Sorry, Mom.

WB

I like Williamsburg and here I can afford a much, much nicer apartment than in Manhattan.

The only thing I’m not excited about? Packing. Ugh.

Los Angeles apartments have pink tile too

I thought NYC had a lock on weird apartments. Craigslist will prove otherwise.

I give you a small selection of Los Angeles’ rental oddities.

Pink tile.

LA pink tile

Green tile

Mint

Carpeting. Ugh, carpeting.

Carpeting

This is the extent of the kitchen.

Bachelor

Like in New York, you can find sad window air conditioner units reflected in mirrored closets.

uggles

Just to be clear, I’m not moving to Los Angeles. It’s true that LA is one of my favorite places and I look forward to my trips there. Every time I’m there, I wonder what it would be like to live in LA.

I want a new (d)rug

Apologies to Huey Lewis.

As part of my ongoing effort to make a house an apartment a home, I bought a new rug (no drugs) via Joss & Main.

The rug I presently have in my bedroom used to be my living room rug in DC. It’s looking shabby. No amount of Resolve and vacuuming can make it look OK now.

bedroom

My new rug is much brighter. Here is a picture of it in a room that is not mine. Continue reading

The apartment that got away

I know I said I was staying put, but then the rent went up and I started looking around.

The pickings were slim, as always given that it’s NYC, but I kept looking. It seemed like a good opportunity to press RESET, perhaps lower my rent and maybe even go back to Manhattan. As I’ve said, I love Williamsburg, but the L train occasionally challenges my sanity. It would also be nice to have more friends closer to home.

I saw a few “one bedrooms” that were actually studios with a funny wall built to awkwardly break up the space. Like this.

Via Bond

That seems to be the trick of the moment. Years ago, before NYC realtors used the internet much for posting their listings, tricks included not telling you the apartment location and making you meet them on a nearby corner (so you wouldn’t try to see the apartment independently and avoid their broker’s fee).

Then I saw one apartment that was a possibility. Continue reading

Philly

Dad is in the hospital.

In Philly two hours from home.

So Mom and I are also in Philly. In violation of all privacy laws, I will tell you that Dad is getting a pacemaker.

Honestly, I’m more anxious about my impending apartment search and move (note: I am not staying put after all thanks to a big rent hike) than Dad’s procedure. At first glance, you’ll probably think I’m a self-involved ass for that.

But I swear: apartment hunting in NYC is generally more stressful than getting a pacemaker. Weird, right?

I’m approaching Dad’s procedure as a great thing actually. The doctor thinks he’ll feel like a new man once the pacemaker is in. Fingers crossed.

I hope to return to NYC Tuesday. And to blogging soon after that.

xoxo

Update: Dad’s procedure went great.

NYC real estate in a nutshell

While doing some comparison shopping, I came across this bit of hilarity.

Pauper.jpg

How many paupers do you know that can spend close to $3000 on monthly rent?

Pauper 2.jpg

A real pauper would instead consider this room in Nolita which is gently priced at $395 per month. Of course, it’s also disgusting.

Gross apartment

Now you see how I keep coming back to the I’m Staying Put conclusion.