Apartment Search, Day 2

The second apartment we saw was pretty nice.  It was in a modern building and had a decent-seeming apartment manager.  He lived on the premises and appeared to care about the building.  That is very different from our Harlem experience, where no one gave a shit about the building and we had to call the management office for a month before someone fixed the roof and water stopped pouring through the ceiling any time it rained heavily.

The location was pretty good as well—close to Susan’s and close to some restaurants.  It was on the sixth floor (sort of a view!) and had a small balcony.  I imagined a grill and barbecue party.  The kitchen was pretty big and the apartment had its own washer and dryer in the bathroom.  It was definitely a possibility, but it had carpeting and grey/beige walls and was not “our style.”  I could imagine a single woman in her 30’s living there easily, but not Ken.  And not me, either, since I’m totes not single.  Or thirty.

We headed over to another apartment after the single-lady pad.  It was in a building that looked like a motel from decades past.   I think it was called the Red Roof, but even if it wasn’t, we referred to it as the Red Roof Inn.  The manager was extremely enthusiastic and told us about all the projects he was working on.  He pointed out the modern wall art he selected and contemplated aloud whether or not he should switch out a neighboring wall hanging with a new, modern piece as well.  I thought he was nice and his caring for the building was impressive.  Later, after some reflection, I realized that he was totally the type to snap and kill us.

The apartment itself was very big with wood floors, but looked into a shady courtyard so I did not anticipate a lot of light getting in.  It was on the ground floor and had bars across the window.  As I didn’t want to live in a dungeon or be murdered by my apartment manager, I nixed the Red Roof Inn as well.