A few years ago, I experienced what I would categorize as The Semester From Hell. This past semester, my last one as an undergrad at Pratt Institute, wouldn’t exactly constitute one from Hell. It was more like The Semester From Purgatory. The semester that absolutely refused to end and enjoyed killing me softly with its avalanche of minor annoyances. There were some amazing things about the past six months, but very few of them had to do with my educational pursuits. Needless to say, it is with a massive sigh of relief that I welcome the summer season.
For the past few days, Daniel and I have been canvassing the island of Manhattan (and bits of Brooklyn) in search of the perfect apartment for him. After meeting with a handful of brokers and viewing an exhausting amount of hole-in-the-wall spaces, we learned that despite this so-called recession we’re in, the market has drastically changed over the past few years. This means that if your budget is under, oh, $5,000, finding a place that is even remotely inhabitable is near impossible. I’m thanking my lucky stars that I live off the G train and found my place almost four years ago. After days of searching, we finally stumbled upon a fantastic apartment in an idyllic Brooklyn neighborhood that is smack in the middle of everything. As we looked around the relatively large one bedroom, I practically begged Daniel to just take it. After a good amount of coercion and peer pressure, he agreed that it was just too beautiful to pass up.
To celebrate the end to the apartment hunt, we trolled around the new neighborhood, ducking into cute antique shops, furniture stores, and restaurants. It was the sunniest weather the city has seen this month and it seemed like a good sign as we sat in a quiet garden patio for a well-deserved lunch.