After a week of miserable rain and humidity, Saturday dawned perfectly pleasant: sunny and dry.
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 →
After all, I’m moving soon so I won’t have many more moments like these.
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 →
I thought NYC had a lock on weird apartments. Craigslist will prove otherwise.
I give you a small selection of Los Angeles’ rental oddities.
Carpeting. Ugh, carpeting.
This is the extent of the kitchen.
Like in New York, you can find sad window air conditioner units reflected in mirrored closets.
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 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.
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).
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.