|Williamsburg, Brooklyn by Juan Beltran via Flickr|
It wasn’t until the third time I woke up from the sound of mice running across my floor that I realized I desperately needed to get out of my NYC apartment. If you read the story about my move-in date (which happened during Hurricane Sandy, thank you very much) you know that I live in Williamsburg, in a loft that I thought was great – thought being the operative word.
our kitchen for about six weeks.
|I had a vision for my rooftop deck— by Ann Rafalko via Flickr|
shelves and have mice scramble out from between the folds, their little bodies flying through the air as I yelped and jumped higher than I’m embarrassed to admit.
|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|
2012. And unless the mouse droppings are affecting my ability to read calendars, I’m pretty sure they are well beyond their deadline.
|Scandalous Lindsay—by Ashley Cooper via Flickr|
|I love NY and I’m sticking it out.–by skillicorn via Flickr|
There’s more to the story to come, but for now, it’s back to scouring Craigslist. Suggestions very welcome below in the comments.