I’m not the kind of person that rips off bandaids. I generally mull over things until I’m exhausted and I’ve exhausted those around me- before finally making a decision that causes the maximum amount of pain possible. Each snagged hair gets my full worry and deliberation. This serves no purpose, but somehow it seems easier and more manageable than making a decision and moving forward with efficiency.
I’m sure you’re wondering how long I’ll go about this until I actually show photos of the apartment. What can I say, with showing the goods comes vulnerability. A lot like our first sexual experiences. The worst reactions would boil down to a “oh it’s nice” or “you paid what for that?”. Nothing I haven’t thought myself. Yet here we are and I can’t deny the fact that I have yet to invite anyone over to look at it. I may not be willing to admit it but I’m definitely afraid of something. Maybe it’s just that this is so overwhelmingly “the before” and I see so much potential? Maybe it’s because I’m worried I won’t unlock it’s potential? Or maybe it’s because everyone will be right, that this place will turn into money pit, and I’ll end up hating it? Who knows, but there’s a fair amount to be anxious over. It sucks, but it’s who I am.
Alright. Let’s do it.
All this photos are from our home inspection back in September. At the time we thought we’d maybe close before Canadian Thanksgiving and thought we’d definitely close before American Thanksgiving. Ha. That mortgage process really showed us.
You enter the apartment into the foyer which for some reason has been called a gallery on the floor plan. It’s a good size for a gallery (whatever that means) and has one closet and a built in bookcase. The floors are linoleum and I can’t all together say I hate the pattern. But that’s because there is something is very fundamentally wrong with me. Husband for scale.
Note the fuse box in the first photo. That ain’t scary at all!
Off the “gallery” is a large arched entry way which leads to the living room. This room gets a ridiculous amount of light (caveat: for one exposure) and it’s probably responsible for the initial wow factor we felt when entering the space. Yes, I just said wow factor. I told you there was something fundamentally wrong with me. The wow factor was probably enhanced by the fact that we had just looked at another unit in this building about two weeks prior to this one. The layout and condition were remarkably similar. The difference? The light. Wow. Factor. This unit was two floors higher and got so much more light it was ridiculous. Light was on my wish lists (those lists tend to get remarkably more basic in NYC terms) and this apartment had it in spades. Now I promise to never say the WF words again. Thanks for baring with me through this paragraph.
Back into the gallery you enter a tiny L shaped hallway which has a closet, entry to the bathroom, and entry to the bedroom.
That tiny random support beam that seems to have no purpose except to block the light from the ceiling mount? Easily my least favorite part of the apartment. IT MAKES ME CRAZY.
The bedroom is pretty standard fare but it has a few notable perks. Namely two closets in the room and two exposures. Remember when I mentioned how those NYC wish lists tend to be basic? Well, currently our closets are in the hallway and we have only have one exposure, so this place is basically Versailles. Or some other house in any place in America. Have I mentioned that these windows are basically 5 x 3ft. That’s insane.
Note how the prior tenants just drilled a hole through the wall to drag the coaxial into the bedroom. Classic!
Off the tiny hallway into the bathroom you’ll find historic reproduction of to a traditional NYC bathroom. Just kidding, it’s not a reproduction. The tile is a pale yellow and not in awful condition. The bathroom also has my favorite light switch in the whole world which beckons the visitor to “outen the light” (see above). I’m ashamed to admit how much little details like that made me love this place that much more and want it to be mine forever. Is it ill advised to buy a place because of a light switch? Nah.
And that’s it. Nothing else to see here. Just move along. Wait what’s that?
Oh, that’s kitchen or more accurately the shell of the kitchen. The kitchen is a traditional galley style with two exposures and a nook. I love the space of this kitchen. I love the potential of this kitchen. I however, do not love this kitchen. You’ve already gotten excited by that exposed brick? Don’t. It’s fake. Because a fake brick backsplash is a thing. Now you know. When we bought it the appliances has already been taken out. But don’t worry we got the visit they in the dungeon of our building.
Oh they don’t look sad at all.
And that’s it. Really it. I promise I’m not hiding a second bedroom. I’ll say a few things. First off- it’s kind of depressing to admit this but the photos make this place look A LOT better than it does in reality. Why the same thing isn’t true for selfies I’ll never know. The space is generous and the layout if logical, but it’s been mummified in layers of paint and I have to learn how to change a fuse.
Despite how overwhelming this all is I want you to remember something and I want you to remind me of this thing when I forget. I love this apartment. I love sitting in it empty and dirty and knowing that everything is up to us. I love knowing that we’re going to make mistakes and have regrets but we’ll get to learn new things and restore something in the process. I love finding it’s secrets and quirks. And I love it’s damn light and two exposures. We’re living the dream you guys.
I’m so excited.