today was day one of the “official” search for a new apartment in the city. very exciting. until i saw the available apartments, that is. i did meet with a broker last week and saw 1 place — only problem was that she mistook the closet for a bedroom. i gave the broker a list of ‘must haves’ and we agreed to meet today and start over. my list includes a minimum 500 sq. foot apartment with at least 2 closets, a bedroom that will fit my queen size bed, and it must be on the first or second floor – unless it has an elevator, which would be unlikely considering my budget of $1700. i explained that ivan was nearing 12 years old and i was unwilling to carry a 70 lb dog up more than 1 set of stairs in the event he got sick or injured.
the first 3 places were in a complex as far away from the 4,5, & 6 trains as you can get & still be on the east side and in manhattan. they were east of york ave and unless you’re wealthy enough to live in one of the lux apartments on east end ave & can afford to cab it all over town, you might as well live in hoboken where at least you could get an apartment with a bedroom that actually fits a bed for $1750 a month. the first one was on the 3rd floor of a walk-up. i reminded her that the list i gave to her stated that the apartment must be on the first or 2nd floor to which she replied ” oh, i thought you meant 2 flights up”.
the fourth apartment was on 86th near 3rd. it had an elevator. on the walk up 2nd avenue the broker explained to me that this apartment was an exceptional bargain at $1700. if i wanted the place it would require a $350 deposit, $75 application fee $1700 broker fee, $1700 first months rent, another $1700 security deposit and a $300 move in fee that would be refunded upon lease termination if i did not bang up any of the walls on my way in or out of the building. the apartment was being renovated but would be ready for march 1st move in. march 1st is 2 days from today.
here is the living room. and the bedroom.
* kitchen bath room
luckily i know that the perfect place is out there and waiting – and tomorrow is another day.
“I think of it as an opportunity to find out how much money means to me, she said. So far, it means a lot more than I think is probably healthy.”