I’ve lived in my apartment a little over a week now. It’s been fantastic. I’ve even stopped waking up in a cold sweat to the slightest sound out of fear my roommate is going to smother me or scream at me (because that happened in the old place).
This place already feels more like home than any apartment I’ve lived in in the city. I may not have a microwave. The shower curtain is still just a liner and my silverware was purchased by the handful from the bin at the Goodwill, but it’s my own peaceful oasis in Manhattan. Want a tour?
I think the rug really pulls the place together. Thanks, Jen! Those blinds are just a temporary paper version, but I think they work (for now).
The bathroom is totally good. That’s a jetted tub. The storage is lacking, however. I bought a little shelf for under the sink.
The kitchen is enormous by New York standards. The counter space is limited to behind the sink, but I can work with that. By the way, that’s not a pantry. It’s the water heater closet with a bit of storage.
My bookshelf separates the “bedroom” from the “kitchen.” And I’m grateful for it.
I’m not sure how to maximize this space. The door is around the corner. A dresser is directly in front of the door. Next to the dresser is the door to the bathroom. Any ideas, Betsy? I’d love to get a loveseat size futon or a small table for where the skinny dresser and chair are.
Here’s the strangest part of my apartment. The closet bars are the short way, facing into the room rather than the long way. It means I can hang about 1/3 of the amount of clothes as I could if it was set up the normal way. Closet design: FAIL!
But I have ample storage above the closet, which is awesome.
I can watch my cookies bake from my bed! Now that’s convenient.
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