We have a date so stop asking.
We've decided to test our planning and organizational skills by setting the date a mere six months away.
I wish.
Actually we had little to do with this decision. Apparently finding a space and an available date in NYC is very similar to trying to find an apt here. You race around seeing as many places as possible, then call one to find out it has already been taken by the skinny blonde girl who was also looking at it the same time as you. Bitch. So you keep calling down the list until someone tells you they actually have some availability. That availability is a Sunday in February (dark, first floor apt in Park Slope but new dishwasher) or a Saturday in August ("cozy" one bedroom in Boerum Hill but no dishwasher) . I'll take it where do I sign!
The "cozy" apt (date in August) quickly becomes the best decision you've ever made because its your own, and in this city any space (or date) you can call your own is something to fall in love with.
So August 1, 2009 it is. Get ready for some hot fun in the summertime.
No comments:
Post a Comment