In Manhattan, finding an apartment with more than one bathroom can be next to impossible. Even many two bedrooms are equipped with just one bath. Unless funds are unlimited, one toilet, one sink and one tub just has to do the trick. Or if living in a tenement building, a kitchen/bath combo can work almost as well. In NYC, living with one bath is practically a given.
After living in a large house with 3.5 bathrooms, downsizing to one bath can be a culture-shock. We have adjusted quite well, actually, but on occasion, that single bath can be a bit of an inconvenience. This morning was one of those occasions.
I have been cursed with tiny bladder syndrome. My size-of-a pea organ has never been able to sleep an entire night without a trip to the bathroom. There have been spells where I have awoken after just three hours of sleep for a tinkle break and then been up for the remainder of the night, only to doze off just before the alarm starts buzzing.
I usually wake up between 5 and 6 a.m. and stumble next door in the dark. (In a New York apartment, everything is next door) This morning however, Hubby Mike was in the room himself. So I found my way back into the bed for another 20 minutes, only to have to get up and try again. There have been moments when I simply could not wait! And a bang on the door was needed. And if I must knock, chances are I am NOT going back to sleep. Might as well stay up and start blogging. So here I am.
I often think back to my years growing up with just one bathroom. Mike shared one bath with his four siblings! We have all become so spoiled over the years. We swore we would NEVER live with one bath again after we both had food-poisoning. What an ordeal! Thus the over-compensation in the next house with 3.5 options in the bathroom department.
Also, most New York apartments aren’t allowed to have a washer/dryer. Laundry is usually located in the basement, or some buildings have it on each floor. I HATE doing laundry. I never washed clothes in our last apartment. We either sent it out to the Asian laundry down the street, or Mike played house-husband and did it in the basement. I hated going to the laundromat in my single life so much, I remember laundering clothes in the tub and drying them in the shower. When I got my own washer and dryer, I honestly didn’t know how to use it.
Living in Manhattan has brought us back to reality and living with the basics. I find it ironic that New York City, which is one of the most expensive places in the world to live, takes us back to the bare essentials in life like living with one bath, fans, and window unit A/C, no garbage disposal, using public transit, and a public laundry room or even a corner laundromat.