Well, I hadn't wanted to post anything about it, because I didn't want to jinx it somehow. And, because it's undergoing repairs, it won't be until around November twenty-fifth until I can move in. But, oh man. I got an apartment--and it is the single most jawesome apartment ever.
Seriously. Things do
have to be a little rough and lame in life before something awesome happens--and this apartment is serious awesome. For, although it is small (which is alright, as it's just me) it was built in 1917. By people who were like, "IT'S 1917, BITCHES, WE KNOW HOW TO MAKE FURNITURE THAT FOLDS, SO LET'S PUT A LOT IN HERE, OKAY!" Dude, I was sold when I learned I was getting a Murphy bed
, but when I saw the breakfast nook, I knew I had to have it. There is a table that folds down from the wall. It's like living in a boat--of awesome!
Other fun features: the current landlords, when renovating, wanted to leave in as much original structure as possible. Consequently, although I naturally do have a fridge, I also get the original ice-box.
The tiling in the kitchen is that terrific "black border, pink-and-silver checkerboard" look, there's a bathtub (and a very half-hearted "showers were really new and scary at the time" shower-head), a pedestal sink, and oodles of strangely located storage. And between the kitchen and the bathroom? A window! That's so right! You can't really see through it--it was intended to let the sun in from the kitchen. You know, so I don't have to use my gas lamps all the time.
I fully intend to ditch my old decorating pattern of coating my walls with random crap with this place. It's going to be a terrible 1900's Chinese restaurant, and that's final. Luckily I'm about three blocks from Value Village--so expect multiple posts about me dragging moth-eaten wicker settees down a busy city street.