In March, my parents came to visit, and somehow, some way, after a few days, we all decided that I should have my own apartment that they would help me buy. Honestly, I have no idea how this happened because the conversations that led up to the decision went like this:
Mom and me: “We should buy an apartment in New York.”
Dad: “You can’t be serious.”
I couldn’t leave Brooklyn because then I’d have to change the name of the blog. So after a lot of looking and some luck, I found a lovely, light-filled, one-bedroom place a couple of blocks from where I live now.
In November, four months after my offer was accepted, I closed on the apartment. I’m not thrilled with this picture, but I decided not to ask the roomful of lawyers and bankers to take another shot because I didn’t look pretty enough.
I spent a long time trying to think of what the feeling of walking into the apartment for the first time after the keys were mine compared to, and the closest I could come was when I went on my first business trip, at 23. I got to stay at the Treasure Island hotel in Las Vegas, and when I walked in the room, I was so excited I jumped on the bed. I couldn’t believe that I got to be there.
Except this is a billion times better. If there had been a bed in my new apartment when I walked in, I would have broken it. Instead, I drank champagne while sitting on the floor.
Thank you isn’t enough, Mom and Dad. I’m thrilled to have my own place in this city and so grateful that you made it possible.
During this whole deal, I also learned that it takes a village to buy a one-bedroom apartment. Thank you also to everyone who went to open houses with me, who gave me great advice about what to look for, who took me step-by-step through how to make an offer on an apartment, who taught me how to apply for a mortgage, who wrote me recommendation letters for the co-op board, who listened to me complain about how freaking long everything took, who let me stay in my old apartment a lot longer than I said I would, and who haven’t told me to shut up about the apartment yet. You’re welcome over anytime.