i knew it was love when the posting said, "washer and dryer" and "dishwasher"---
the photos of the posting were AWFUL so i'm glad i was motivated by the magic washer and dryer words and not the photos.
and then it was a brownstone. and then it was the penthouse (we like to lovingly call our apartment the penthouse because it's the top floor). and then it had a washer and dryer! and a kitchen with more than six inches of counter space! and a dishwasher (the mini kind that we love)! and an exposed brick wall! and hard wood floors! and great views! and lots of natural light! and closets! one really big closet (like lion, the witch and the wardrobe size closet).
i could go on. forever.
but believe me, there are trade-offs. there are always trade offs.
it's so embarrassingly cliché, but i feel so blessed we found this place.
the last thing you want when you are in a new place and one of you is selling your soul to law school is an apartment you don't want to come home to.
and we have a great place. one that is a sanctuary and a happy place for us. we hope to stay for a while.
the magnet for the knives is my favorite addition to our kitchen repertoire. i've been dreaming about it for a while.
the photo wall now has a photo from all the countries we've visited together (and a couple extras). i love it.
the rainbow string of lights we got in thailand in july. the lights were our house warming gift to ourselves (that and the muji nyc skyline). it made me laugh and shake my head a little when that famous blogger blogged about similar lights the other day. of course she would, i thought to myself.
and as i said, i am really hoping for a bar stool or two and nice armchair. but that's the fun part- the hunt for those treasure items.
i/ben/we love our manhattan apartment. it defies manhattan apartment stereotypes. and you know how i love to defy stereotypes! success!