I’ve seen about a dozen apartments in the past week, and none of them made my heart sing.
There have been a couple — two in the same building on Henry Street in Cobble Hill, a parlor floor and the one above, both available immediately at $2,500 — that made my heart hum a little tune, however.
The lyrics go like this:
Where oh where will I put my queen size bed
And what about my 8-foot-long bookcase
But look at those nice long windows
And how lovely it would be to have coffee on the terrace out back
The one upstairs has more space
But the one downstairs has a load of charm
The one upstairs has a better layout
But the one downstairs has moldings and a mantel
The one upstairs has more light
But the one downstairs has that terrace
Both of them cost more than I intended to spend
But the neighborhood is safe and convenient
Oh the other hand, it’s so bo-ring
I lived there 25 years ago
Do I want to run into people from the old days
Or do I want new adventures (and restaurants) a couple of neighborhoods over?
Basically, I enjoy the apartment hunt. It gets me in to see a lot of old houses (and, more often than not, mourn what’s been done to them).
It reminds me of the time my sister and I went to Just Shades on Prince Street looking for lampshades for a pair of fabulous figural bases she’d scored at an auction. I could have stayed there all day, trying different shapes and sizes. When we’d found the best option, I was disappointed. I wanted to keep going, because I was having so much fun.
Finding a place to live — whether a house or an apartment, to buy or to rent, is always a game — of comparison and compromise. With 500 new Craigslist postings for Brooklyn apartments this morning alone, I think I’ll keep playing.