On Monday, Matt and I saw 8 places on the Upper West Side, ranging from "cramped" to "interesting" to "awesome."
The eighth place, however, was "perfect."
Honestly, when I was a little girl, thinking about a cool, grown-up apartment, this is exactly what I thought about - I didn't know all the terminology, but I wanted a prewar, doorman building with shitloads of character. And I got it - with a huge kitchen, too. Gorgeous hardwood floors, with a herringbone pattern in the living room, and more traditional straight patterns elsewhere. A huge foyer and several spacious closets. It's a place where I can really see myself staying for a while.
Which is why we signed a two year lease. And gave the brokers and the building more money than I ever thought possible to give to people in one meeting when you weren't buying a house.
And then we celebrated! And gushed to each other about how we were less than a block from Riverside Park, how the subway was so close, how we got everything that was on our list of "what we want our apartment to be like" except for some outdoor space, but who needs outdoor space when we're so close to the park? And, who would have thought, in space cramped Manhattan that we'd end up with so much space??
More about the apartment and my (first ever!) trip to Cedar Point yesterday, but I have to hop in the car and drive up to Michigan again. I'll be back tomorrow!