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February 20, 2006
Sawing Out the Bullshit
Looks like it's official: I just gave a deposit and application for an apartment here. Maybe one of my favorite apartments ever, to boot. A one-bedroom with a dining room, enormous living room and 40-foot balcony across the street from one of the city's best parks. The building itself is gorgeous too. Nearly 100 years old, it's got all sorts of collonades, balconies on every floor, parking, and a gated entranceway with a fountain. (I would post a picture of the outside but..you know...crazies lurk on this here Interweb.)
In the divine providence department, the lease starts April 1 and the apartment is situated directly below Marie's cool friends' apartment (which is how I found out about it in the first place). Also, must say that one thing that's been bugging me about living here, as opposed to NYC, is how little I've been walking around. So the proximity to this super-nice park is totally, amazingly awesome. And the joint is in a favulous neighborhood just two miles away from Marie's house...basically on the same street! Oh, and of course: the rent is less than half what I was paying in Brooklyn for much less than half the space.
Basically, I'm saving so much bread that I totally never have to work again...right?
Right?
But on to the title of this post. When I was getting dressed to go over and meet the realtor, I put on a necklace that the all-time absolute number one kickass chick, Heather J.F.T., gave me before I left - a golden saw hanging on a chain. She said it was to remind me to keep "sawing out the bullshit."
And so it has done.
Especially today.
I really can't believe I'm moving here. But the stars seem to be aligning just so - just so much of the time. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to come back for a bit in March and, um, revisit some of the former bullshit. Good times, redux delux.
In the nonbullshit department, however, all you clowns are *much* missed...and will always have a place to stay out west. [Insert brave yet slightly melancholy smile a la Debra Winger at the end of Terms of Endearment here.]
Click through for pictures from other apartments in the building (very similar)...and keep your fingers crossed that my credit is creditable, and that I won't actually have to delete this entire post and return to the city drenched in shame. And not just from the Debra Winger comparison.
Fingers crossed, I said!
P.S. is that a post-it note collage?
Just checking.
Posted by Bree at February 20, 2006 02:26 PM