Day 3, The Conclusion

The last place of the day was one Ken had just found that afternoon.  We met Karen (who we later found out was Kristen, Ken had the name wrong), the normal, non-sweaty, non-serial killer manager, who showed us to the unit.  It was on the second floor of an old-timey, possible prewar apartment.  I don’t know enough about architecture to know what that looks like.  The walls were conveniently already white, not beige, and the floors were nicely un-carpeted, i.e., hard wood.  Unlike the insane asylum, these floors were not warped and nary a ghost met us on the way up the stairs.  The bathroom fixtures were new, the room was sunny, and there was a random closet in the “living space” with French doors.  Did I mention the small office space?  It is its own separate room.  It’s not a “home office” at the end of long corridor that leads to a window and fire escape like in out Harlem digs.  It is actually an office.  Or it could event be a timeout room if we took the light out and added spikes to the wall.

I barely looked at the place.  I had already decided that we were moving in as soon as possible. 

Ken was fine with it, we turned in our deposit and were on our way! 

That evening when family asked about the place we selected, I couldn’t describe it at all.  It was the only place I didn’t take photos of—why bother? I didn’t have to think about it later—so I had zero concept of the size (I recalled that it was small, but now that I am in it with no furniture aside from an arm chair and Christmas tree, it seems a lot bigger) and didn’t even know whether or not it had a closet in the bedroom (it doesn’t, but there are closets and shelves just about everywhere else).

Also, it was the least expensive place we looked at, a short 7 blocks from Susan’s and 4 blocks from my gym and bus stop, and utilities were included!  It was the best of all seven apartments we viewed, and while I wouldn’t say “This is PERFECT!”, it’s pretty close and only took 3 days to find.