We’ve been in our new place for a week now and I realized I haven’t shared much about it. Somethings we love: it has 3 bedrooms, 2 of which are plenty big and the 3rd is just big enough for a crib, a toddler bed, and a dresser. Oliver isn’t in there yet, but he will be. The 2nd big bedroom is our “office and leisure” room, and it has all our books and toys and computer and sewing machine. The living room is smaller than at our old place and just has the couch, a book case, and our dining table because, unfortunately, we don’t have an eat-in-kitchen. In fact, the kitchen is pretty small. It has less counter space than our previous place which is quite an accomplishment. But we’ve managed to find a place for everything and someday we might rig up some additional food prep space, although I’m surprised to see what I can do with so little space to work with.
Some things we love, besides the 3rd bedroom, are that each bedroom has a real closet with useful shelves, the windows are nice and big and let in lots of light, we can buzz people into the building (the buzzer didn’t work well at first, but it is getting better with more use), and the ceilings are high. But lets not kid ourselves people. It’s still a New York apartment and it is still quite small. In fact, it may be slightly smaller than our old apartment. But the space feels much better used. Or much more usable. I imagined that we would spend the next 6 months trying to mold the apartment to fit our life, but the only thing I can think of to do is to install something like a counter in the kitchen. And maybe put up a shelf or two. As far as making it our own a little bit more, we don’t have any plans. Maybe it’s just because I can’t really think that far ahead. We only just got the couch put back together today and Micah took the empty boxes out to be recycled a few hours ago. Once we put everything in it’s place, we’ll start to think about such things. But for now, I’m just happy to have the big stuff out of the way.