Something made me look back at the apartments I considered to see what rents look like now.
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.
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
The only thing I’m not excited about? Packing. Ugh.
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).
Then I saw one apartment that was a possibility. Continue reading
While doing some comparison shopping, I came across this bit of hilarity.
How many paupers do you know that can spend close to $3000 on monthly rent?
A real pauper would instead consider this room in Nolita which is gently priced at $395 per month. Of course, it’s also disgusting.
Now you see how I keep coming back to the I’m Staying Put conclusion.