Then fate stepped in. My roommate and I, discouraged by our East Village search, bumped into a guy wearing a nofeerentals.com t-shirt on the street outside a quaint walk-up. Everything sort of just went on from there....
My first step into the 2-bedroom apartment, I was taken in by its sexy spiral staircase and skylight that lit up the whole place. Blinded by instant attraction, I ignored ALL its flaws (small fridge, no living room, tiny bedrooms), but I knew I wanted to live there. It's like your first love, you don't actually think of what it would be like, you just know you want to be with the other person.
Whether it's love or a one-night stand, I'm tied down to this baby for a year. We'll see how this turns out. For the time being, I'm excited!
Apt photos:
The kitchen/(lack of) living area