Trying to find a new apartment in NYC (or Brooklyn for that matter) is about as fun as going to the lady doctor and yet, like going to the lady doctor, I somehow wind up having to deal with it without fail every year. Last year I delayed the move at the last minute by finding another roommate but after two years in our current apartment, enough is enough. There is too much water damage and too little water pressure. And also my roommate got engaged and that, as we all know, is a game changer.
Now there are three of us! The goal was to find a two bedroom in a nicer part of Park Slope with a decent landlord who won't claim to not speak English whenever we have a problem in the apartment.
I will spare you the ensuing drama.
No, I won't. What else is a blog for? Here's the abbreviated version: We found an apartment, we got excited, we put in the application and were assured it was ours, I started fantasizing about wallpaper....and then we got denied. After looking at another nine apartments in two days, we finally found one that was even better than the first and it's ours! The lease is signed, the keys are safely on a Lego keychain in my purse and we have even gone over to measure every nook and cranny of the place for furniture placement purposes.
Packing up our apartment feels like the most daunting thing ever but the idea of starting over feels nice, especially if it gives me an excuse to try out a new style or two. Now my mind is all aflutter with wallpaper and floor lamps and upholstery and patterned vs. striped throw pillows, etc.
The big move is scheduled for Saturday the 30th so I'll spend every waking moment between now and then making floor plans and mood boards.
Image: Apartment Therapy