Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The Search, Abbreviated


On Friday evening, we saw our first apartment. On Monday afternoon, we called the landlord. Today we signed the lease.

With exactly one business day between first sighting and first signing, you may wonder whether Luke and I haven’t mentally succumbed to the dog days of summer. In fact, we remain the same fastidious pair who have discussed whose shower curtain and toaster belongs in the new apartment, which stereo will go in the kitchen and which in the living room.

And that is one big living room to fill.


The apartment bowled us over from the moment we stepped inside. We marveled over its three airy rooms separated by connecting hallways, its windowed kitchen and bathroom, its thick walls with crown mouldings and herringbone wood floors.


“Those are double walnut feature strips,” the apartment’s current tenant, Katie Wallace told us. Wallace, who is in the flooring business, also showed off her “high school quality” toilet (“you can flush anything down,” she said), and three good-sized closets.


Full disclosure: We know Katie. Our coworker’s friend, she has lived in the apartment on 29th St. for two years and seemed happy to see it pass into familiar hands when I e-mailed her this afternoon with the update.


The building’s landlord, Joe Mattina, also approved of our connection. “I prefer to have new tenants referred,” he said, after we’d introduced ourselves at this morning’s meeting.

The conversation lasted four minutes. I was not reminded of the March day two years ago when I sat in my current landlord’s Midtown office discussing my father’s occupation, missing hours of work.
In fact, my blessedly truncated Astoria 1-BR search bore no resemblance to previous hunts for "Fab deals w/good lite" on Manhattan’s West Side, trailing brokers from one matchbox to the next, filling out application after application, getting calls days later that the no-fee-2 rm studio I’d hoped for had been filled by someone with a bigger salary.

Of course, there was one exception: the cashier’s check. I ate eggs for dinner tonight, as tradition has it for one who has just plundered her checking account for a security deposit.

3 comments:

Rocco Rocks NYC said...

congrats on the new place!

PJS said...

I love the negotiations over shower curtains, toasters, and stereos. Sounds like a 2008 version of 'Mad About You.' Can't wait for more.

PJS

Aline Reynolds said...

i love the amount of detail you incorporate into this posting. and the introductory 'graph has lots of momentum. nicely written!!

sounds like love at first sight with the apt. that's a good sign! so much better than having to mull over it for weeks and months.

already getting to know the people in the building, eh? sounds like you'll feel completely at home by the time you move in :>