Cheers-ing to our new apartment and life together, effective February 1. (I sound like I’m joining my roommates in holy matrimony.)
We signed a lease! Our new place is a four-bedroom townhouse in Chelsea, just about a block away from where I currently live. It’s “charming and spacious” by New York real estate definitions, which means it’s the kind of place that A) is considered an incredible steal in Manhattan and B) would give my mother a heart attack if she ever saw what I pay half my salary to live in. I’d semi-hoped for a life of less stair-climbing, I suppose some higher power knows I don’t go to the gym and has destined me to living in fourth floor walkups forevermore. Here’s what makes it a real find, though: Washer and dryer in unit. I KNOW, right? I never thought I’d be so joyous to be able to launder my own clothing.
I haven’t quite figured out when or how I’m going to move, though it seems silly to pay someone when I have such strong, muscular men in my life. Ahem. (But on the off chance they aren’t up for it, anyone have recommendations for movers in NYC?)