The Neverending Hunt

Carol

I’m on the hunt for a new apartment. In New York City, this statement is the equivalent of saying, “I’m on the hunt for a golden unicorn.” Seriously. Finding a good living space in this town for an affordable price is up there with such seemingly insurmountable tasks as getting your first driver’s license, scoring above a 1500 on the SATS, and yes, getting him to commit. The last time I had to do this (three years ago), I cried twice, sprained an ankle (there is a LOT of pavement pounding involved in apartment hunting), and threatened my real estate agent with a lawsuit. Needless to say, I am less than enthused about the prospect of going through the process again.

But, after several years with a perfect roommate (hi David!), I am finally ready to take the plunge and get a 1-bedroom apartment on my own. My mother will not be pleased (she’s still under the impression that living alone as a single girl in New York is more dangerous than attempting to scale K2). But still, the Craig’s List adventure begins! At this stage of the process (i.e. the very start), I realize that I’m approximately 78 bad apartment viewings away from finding my new home, and the only thing making me soldier on is the thought of decorating my very own space. This prospect excites me like no other.

The first place I’ll turn to is a little Brooklyn-based design company called Nightwood that discovers and reconstructs old vintage furniture. Considering my love of food and cooking, the dining area is one of the most important parts of an apartment to me and I can’t imagine a cozier, more inviting setting than the one Nightwood put together in the picture above. I’m loving the mismatched chairs and the rustic, homey feel.

What do you think? Perfect? Or too unpolished?

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