You know when you're walking down the street, minding your own business, and then suddenly you buy an [eponymous broadband handheld that is not so much a berry as a drupelet]? Well, it happened to me. My old flip-phone was perfectly fine, except it was so old that people used to gape in amusement and say "Awwwww" whenever I used it. Plus, it needed recharging every 45 minutes. So the other day I was walking past a wireless storefront (and thinking what a blight they are on our community) when it sucked me in and made me buy this thing that lets you check e-mails and web-surf and alter airline flight patterns from the palm of your hand. I can also blog with it, which means I can social-network from the bathroom in far greater detail.
Take a moment to calm yourself.
Summer mode officially takes hold today, when Robert finishes his last day of kindergarten. I've looked upon this day with mixed emotions, because as proud as I am of him, and happy that he can begin his life of leisure, summer also meant moving out. The plan throughout was to move as early in the summer as possible, in hopes that seeing me come back to the apartment and care for them every weekday would help build their faith that I'll still be a big part of their lives. Plus, now that the wounds of this experience were scabbing over, sooner or later I'd have to rip off the Band-Aid.
That left only the simple job of navigating the New York real estate market, and the opportunistic scumbags therein, to find a place. I'm a big believer in real estate karma, and since it took me one day to find the apartment I'm in now I was convinced I was due for a long, hard slog through shabby closets, stifling cologne, and a four-figure broker fee steep enough to cause sharp pains in the bowels for weeks to come.
Then, out of the beautiful blue, a friend phoned to say his neighbors had just moved out. A 600-foot one-bedroom (truly! not just a studio with sheet stapled to the ceiling!), EIK, courtyard views, in the quiet back of the building. And since it wasn't listed yet, there would be no fee.
TwoBert and I were there in 20 minutes. I met the super. I met the neighbors. I ate lunch in the new coffee bar the next block over. I applied that afternoon, and the next morning, bam. I was approved. My lease starts Tuesday.
I had been wincing at that Band-Aid for months. And now, with the aid of some mystical serendipity, it's off.