Moving apartments in NYC may be top-ten worst experiences of my lifetime.
This may seem sheltered, but I would not wish this on even my worst enemy. Finding an apartment, first of all, is an entire nightmare in itself. From arranging apartment visits with sketchy brokers day in and day out, to making my bed and washing dishes every morning so that our apartment is presentable for potential tenants, this process was exhausting! Unfortunately, even once you stumble upon your new home, you can’t even relish in that success. Almost immediately you begin dreading phase 2 of the process: Actually Moving.
This year was extraordinary. I got hired in my dream industry, lived in my first NYC apartment with one of my best friends from college, and felt as though I finally ‘made it.’ I lived in the city of my dreams, in a beautiful (fifth floor walk-up) apartment, in a location that was but a few blocks from all of my friends and around the corner from everything I could possibly need. We found our favorite pizza place, Pastafina, our little el fresco wine place, The Hill, our bar, The Gem Saloon, and our favorite favorite favorite place, Sticky’s Chicken Fingers. We made 5FE our home over the past year, and 28th street Our Hood, but it was time to move on to (much) bigger and better things!
After (what seemed like) endless searching and visiting tiny hole-in-the-wall places that would NEVER be able to accommodate my ever-growing wardrobe, we found our dream apartment just around the corner!
As one chapter in my life ends, and the door closes to 5FE on East 28th Street, another one opens to our new home, and the excitement of decorating a new place. Keep an eye out for a post on that in the next couple weeks.
Check out some photos of my old apartment below!