|Williamsburg, Brooklyn by Juan Beltran via Flickr|
I know --- I probably should have realized it wasn’t a great place at this point, but I was still trying to give my landlord the benefit of the doubt. The place had just been refinished, the price wasn’t terrible, and the location was great (on Broadway, a block from the Williamsburg Bridge and a block from the Marcy Ave. subway). Plus, we have a private rooftop, and I had grand illusions of creating a mini-oasis, adding an outdoor fire pit, hammock, and even a trampoline. Never mind that my lease would be over before the weather was warm, or that there was no feasible way to get a trampoline on the roof. I had an imaginary plan.
|I had a vision for my rooftop deck-- by Ann Rafalko via Flickr|
|Mice are not this cute--trust me! --by Harlequeen via Flickr|
So mid-December, I went to find another place to live. I came across a new building, with a lovely three-bedroom apartment available. I filled out the application, selected a move-in date of February 1, and put down $4,500 as a holding fee --- a concept very difficult for non-New Yorkers to grasp. If I hadn't written that check, someone else would have snatched the apartment in a New York minute.
|Best friends for life unless one becomes a NYC realtor, of course.--by Jolante via Flick|
|Scandalous Lindsay--by Ashley Cooper via Flickr|
|I love NY and I'm sticking it out.--by skillicorn via Flickr|