|Astoria beyond the East River––by Momentcaptured1 via Flickr|
apartment: pet-friendly, great sunlight, deep closets, newly refinished hardwood floors,
and just a two-block stroll from our current home. Unfortunately, when we followed up with the broker a few days later to stake our claim, the
place had already been rented. Real estate (including rentals) apparently moves
at the speed of light in New York City.
my lunch break (just browsing, I swear!), I saw it. Except for the price,
which shot up $100 in the past eight months, everything looked identical to the apartment we had our hearts set on last spring. Even
the broker representing the unit remained the same.
|We decided to leave Long Island City and move next door to Astoria-–by jlwelsh via Flickr|
than to waste time deliberating this go-around, after a slick and
speedy viewing, we filled out an application that night and got approved two
days later. We signed the lease within a week, and went from the real estate
office straight to the local hardware store to get a second set of keys made. This was really happening.
Moving isn’t fun anywhere, but in NYC, it has to be the most challenging due to logistics like parking, unloading, narrow hallways and elevators, and of course, the tiny apartments. As soon as we started the process, I knew it would be an
ad hoc operation. Our spur-of-the-moment decision had its drawbacks with little time to round up packing supplies and organize our mounds of stuff, not to mention the actual move itself.
I spent all of last week scrambling around town searching for spare boxes from liquor
stores (Union Square Wines
and Astor Wines & Spirits both said yes, with plenty of grace and zero
judgment). I collected stacks of the Village
Voice and amNY to wrap up our breakables. What began as an exciting endeavor in upgrading and upsizing, now became a packing frenzy.
|I scrambled and luckily found enough boxes—by jqgill via Flickr|
At first I thought we might have too much space in our
big new home. Then, packing up everything the two of us had accumulated together
over the past three cohabitated years, I realized that we had too much stuff. I figured out what we needed and what we didn’t.
do we have so many books,” I asked my boyfriend. “And blankets? And pillows?” I
continued to ramble. “Why did you let me get a grill pan and an electric grill, a sauté pan and a cast-iron skillet?”
|Do we need a cast iron skillet?—by I believe I can fry via Flickr|
packing tape later, we began schlepping our stuff over to the new digs. Asked
to pay for half of January up front, we cut our losses and stayed positive,
deciding to use the extra time and take advantage of the close proximity
between the two buildings and hand-delivering some of our fragile family
members. Did I mention we own nearly 90 plants?
|We love our greenery!–by taradsturm via Flickr|
Plus, we got a great deal
from U-Haul. Rates remain low mid-month and then spike during the last few
days, so what a three or four-hour rate would cost during peak time, got us a
24-hour window. And at an additional cost of $1.29 per mile, we grinned when we
returned the truck with just two miles tacked onto the odometer.
from out of town and helped us on moving day. With four people working nonstop, we got all of our
stuff packed into the truck, hauled up three flights of stairs, and placed throughout our living room and bedroom in eight manic hours. We unwound by
heading over to Break Bar and Billiards to shoot some pool, and finished the
evening with coffee and dessert, at a longstanding Astoria staple, Omonia Café.
|Omonia will be one of our new hangouts-–by Mfotography via Flickr|
we got through the emotional and financial stress of our big move together.
What’s our next great scheme? We’ll celebrate with a housewarming party, of course!
|Astoria, Queens is our new home–-by xbettyx via Flickr|