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We put down a deposit on a new place last night. The contrast between the new place and our current place is stark, in that our current place is a definite dump, and our new place is in a brand-new building--the first tenants start moving in March 1--so everything is new, bathroom, kitchen etc. Lots of people love the charm of an old place, but I'm not one of them. 
And our new place is a two-bedroom.
Our reasons for moving were twofold: we definitely needed to move closer to FH's school now that he's going into third year, and he didn't want the hassle of moving anywhere around the time of boards. But also we were definitely ready for a "grown-up" apartment. Our current apartment is in the basement of a house, which has been "refinished" definitely by amateurs--nothing sits square to anything else (walls, doorways, sinks), the ceilings are low and the windows are tiny, the walls are trailer-park wood paneling and the floors are boldly-patterned linoleum, even in the livingroom. It's kind of comical, really. We love it the way you love a three-legged puppy who's blind in one eye. It's the kind of place you gladly move into when you're 23 and just starting out and you don't even notice because you're like "Wow, I'm in New York! How exciting!" And the next thing you know it's been five years and you're pushing thirty and you can't help but think "Wow, I really need to live in a place that's not someone else's dumpy basement."
I'm glad that we've stayed as long as we have, because it's definitely been good financially--the place has been dirt cheap by NYC standards, so as my income has gone up that's allowed me to get a leg up on some other financial goals (like dispensing with my undergrad loans). But there comes a time when you've got to move upward and onward.
The new place is in Brooklyn, it'll be on the 2nd or 3rd floor of a six-story building (which has an elevator), when you first walk in there's one main room that's a kitchen (kitchenette?) at the near end and a living area at the far end, the bathroom door is off the main room near the front door, and then there's a small bedroom off either side of the main room. We'll make one of those our bedroom and the other will have the computer and a futon probably. (Yay, we can finally have guests!)
It took us about 10 seconds of looking to know we wanted the place. I'm glad because I thought we were going to end up fighting about this apartment thing. We've looked at a handful of apartments together now, and I've learned that my FH is a total apartment slut--almost every apartment we've looked at he's like "Let's take it!" even if there's something obviously horribly wrong with it (like it's a half mile uphill from the nearest subway station AND it's a fourth-floor walkup). He was starting to worry that I would just "find a flaw" with every place we looked at, and we'd never move. Point well taken. When we walked into this place last night we both knew.
Sorry to ramble, I'm very excited today.
And our new place is a two-bedroom. Our reasons for moving were twofold: we definitely needed to move closer to FH's school now that he's going into third year, and he didn't want the hassle of moving anywhere around the time of boards. But also we were definitely ready for a "grown-up" apartment. Our current apartment is in the basement of a house, which has been "refinished" definitely by amateurs--nothing sits square to anything else (walls, doorways, sinks), the ceilings are low and the windows are tiny, the walls are trailer-park wood paneling and the floors are boldly-patterned linoleum, even in the livingroom. It's kind of comical, really. We love it the way you love a three-legged puppy who's blind in one eye. It's the kind of place you gladly move into when you're 23 and just starting out and you don't even notice because you're like "Wow, I'm in New York! How exciting!" And the next thing you know it's been five years and you're pushing thirty and you can't help but think "Wow, I really need to live in a place that's not someone else's dumpy basement."
I'm glad that we've stayed as long as we have, because it's definitely been good financially--the place has been dirt cheap by NYC standards, so as my income has gone up that's allowed me to get a leg up on some other financial goals (like dispensing with my undergrad loans). But there comes a time when you've got to move upward and onward.
The new place is in Brooklyn, it'll be on the 2nd or 3rd floor of a six-story building (which has an elevator), when you first walk in there's one main room that's a kitchen (kitchenette?) at the near end and a living area at the far end, the bathroom door is off the main room near the front door, and then there's a small bedroom off either side of the main room. We'll make one of those our bedroom and the other will have the computer and a futon probably. (Yay, we can finally have guests!)
It took us about 10 seconds of looking to know we wanted the place. I'm glad because I thought we were going to end up fighting about this apartment thing. We've looked at a handful of apartments together now, and I've learned that my FH is a total apartment slut--almost every apartment we've looked at he's like "Let's take it!" even if there's something obviously horribly wrong with it (like it's a half mile uphill from the nearest subway station AND it's a fourth-floor walkup). He was starting to worry that I would just "find a flaw" with every place we looked at, and we'd never move. Point well taken. When we walked into this place last night we both knew.
Sorry to ramble, I'm very excited today.
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