A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to survive in New York? Sure, I’m gonna go with that. Let’s face it: housing is a basic need. When tornadoes tear the roof off your apartment and you need to find a new home, you’re kind of in a tough spot. And so this weekend us roommates scoured craigslist, called numerous real estate salesmen and landlords, and viewed numerous apartments. We went from Greenpoint to Williamsburg and Fort Greene and then back to Williamsburg again.
We passed some classic coffee shops along the way, stopping at a few to plug in our laptops and phones, do more research and make more phone calls, and recharge with coffee and soda.
Finally, we found a gem. This unassuming building in Williamsburg has a newly renovated four bedroom apartment that fit us (almost) perfectly. Of course, very few units in New York real estate are 100% ideal (price, layout, whatever – there’s always something off) but we found an apartment that is more than workable and suitable for our needs. And it’s brand spankin’ new, from the kitchen appliances to the bathrooms. We even watched as the skylight was lowered into place.
The search took up half of Saturday and all of Sunday, leaving the four of us exhausted. After a humorous lease-signing process in what I like to call Hasidimland, we drove back to the block of our apartment and skipped along the streets happily, looking for a cheap place to grab some grub. We ended up at Manna, a 24-hour falafel spot. I won’t say it was the best falafel or chicken pita you can get in the ‘hood, but when you’re hungry, everything tastes heavenly.
The Twin takes a bite:
My chicken pita-wich mess:
Drinks were necessary after such a draining yet successful day. And so after our OMGI’MSOHUNGRY stuff-food-in-mouth feeding hour, we grabbed some margaritas and such at Elote, another neighborhood spot. I got a decently strong margarita (with Grand Marnier!) for ten bucks.
…and breathed a deep sigh of relief. We move on Wednesday, and soon after my Williamsburg exploration project begins. Before then, I have several reading and writing assignments to get through and am attempting to limit my internet surfage time (fat chance). If I start posting pictures of myself wearing flannel and skinny jeans, please (cyber)smack me?