Today was the first morning of our apartment search. We took the subway to a realtor right off the 30th Avenue stop. He was a stereotypical realtor-sort of guy, middle-agish and pushy, with a little white dog enthusiastically wearing a bandana around its neck.
"Sorry the dog's so dirty," he said. "I took him on the boat the other day."
What were we supposed to say? "Oh yeah, that' s okay. We take Rue on our boat all the time." It's strange when people mention things like their boats or summer cottages. I have never gotten used to that. Were we supposed to have more confidence in his ability as a realtor because he can afford to have a boat?
He drove us to the apartment, antsy, honking at slow cars, wondering if "all the stoplights were broken" because they weren't turning fast enough for him. Neither Jason or I do very well around strangers, and at this point we were both as quiet as a pair of mice.
The first apartment was a one bedroom for $1100. It was a tiny, slightly dirty place. The bedroom didn't look like it was big enough to fit my futon, much less our chest of drawers and bookshelves. There was only one tiny closet in the entire apartment.
The second apartment was a two bedroom for $1400. It was very nice, with lots of room and two closets. But we had already mentioned to the realtor that we weren't going higher than $1200. Anyway, the walk back to the subway was a long and winding one.
Tonight we're scheduled to see two more with the realtor who showed Jason his current apartment.
In the meantime, I'm in Brooklyn, tired and a little strung out. There's never enough time to do everything. I have to prepare for another day at school, send off invitations to my graduation, apply for jobs. Meanwhile Rue is hiding in strange places like the bathtub and under a pile of cordoroy pillows, and Carl is snapping at Mr. Magoo.
"Sorry the dog's so dirty," he said. "I took him on the boat the other day."
What were we supposed to say? "Oh yeah, that' s okay. We take Rue on our boat all the time." It's strange when people mention things like their boats or summer cottages. I have never gotten used to that. Were we supposed to have more confidence in his ability as a realtor because he can afford to have a boat?
He drove us to the apartment, antsy, honking at slow cars, wondering if "all the stoplights were broken" because they weren't turning fast enough for him. Neither Jason or I do very well around strangers, and at this point we were both as quiet as a pair of mice.
The first apartment was a one bedroom for $1100. It was a tiny, slightly dirty place. The bedroom didn't look like it was big enough to fit my futon, much less our chest of drawers and bookshelves. There was only one tiny closet in the entire apartment.
The second apartment was a two bedroom for $1400. It was very nice, with lots of room and two closets. But we had already mentioned to the realtor that we weren't going higher than $1200. Anyway, the walk back to the subway was a long and winding one.
Tonight we're scheduled to see two more with the realtor who showed Jason his current apartment.
In the meantime, I'm in Brooklyn, tired and a little strung out. There's never enough time to do everything. I have to prepare for another day at school, send off invitations to my graduation, apply for jobs. Meanwhile Rue is hiding in strange places like the bathtub and under a pile of cordoroy pillows, and Carl is snapping at Mr. Magoo.
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