Our first place! (Before)

Another full day of proofreading... Not that I mind it, but I wish the subject matter was a little more interesting. I must be doing a decent job of it, though, because the editorial assistant I'm working with requested me and two other people specifically to work over time this weekend. Unfortunately, I can't do it because I'll be going home to pack, but I expressed an interest and I hope the opportunity comes up again. Time and a half is a good incentive!

Anyway, after work, I hopped on the A-train and went all the way to 181st Street, where I met my broker to walk through the apartment. My expectations were high, and I wasn't disappointed. When we first met with the broker, he showed us an apartment on the fifth (or was it seventh?) floor where a friend of his lived. He said every two-bedroom unit in the apartment was structured the same way, so the first-floor apartment that we were interested in would look similar. Well, it did. Sans a few things...

MORE CLOSET SPACE! Apparently the super used to live in the apartment, so he got rid of the second door leading into the master bedroom and added more closet space. The ceilings are incredibly high—maybe 12 feet? higher??—and above the closets are additional shelves. Which means.... there will be plenty of room for our books and my candles! lol. Because, ya know, that's all that matters. Another thing that was different was that the kitchen's open space is near the window instead of next to the refrigerator. And that's fine. We'll probably put a baker's rack somewhere. Just need to measure and figure out where.

I sign the lease Tuesday and am moving in Saturday. Hopefully Matt will be down to visit sometime early next week (God forbid he get Father's Day off!) and we can set it up the way we both want it. I can't wait to be able to move about freely and not share a bathroom. I haven't seen one of my roommates in more than a week. Isn't that odd?

Speaking of roommates/neighbors... The broker introduced me to a guy who lives in the building (I can't remember his name now) and who was one of the first people the broker ever placed in the building. He's been there six years and used to live in a two-bedroom, but moved to a three-bedroom when he and his wife started having kids. They have two or three kids now and he said they love the neighborhood. He said it's safe, the street is always busy (not like crazy busy or shady busy), and that I'll love it there. Then I met another girl whose moving into a studio on the fifth floor. She seemed... impatient. Don't know what will come of that. Either way, exciting!

Click the link below for pics! Next Saturday, the cleaning and unpacking begins! For now, though, I need to get everything in boxes. Home to my apartment in W-B tomorrow for the last time. Guess when I visit, I'll bunk at my mom's. Yay, comfy couch!

Front door!

Living room, looking at the front door!

Living room, looking from under the archway.

Main bedroom.

Main bedroom closets and door!

Second bedroom (Matt's "man cave," our office, guest room)

Closets in second bedroom.

Kitchen.

Kitchen (the painter's clothes, I'm assuming... Not included.)