Well, I got the call this afternoon that our apartment applications seem to be in order and we’ll be signing the lease soon. I thought I would take this opportunity to share some images of my soon-to-be new neighborhood:
Yeah. Hello. Hi, I’m alive.
WE HAVE AN APARTMENT!!! Hooray!!! This is a huge weight off my shoulders after the stress of craigslist searching, emailing and phoning brokers, being confused about everything, AND… being sick. I just know that you all want to write to me and send me packages of lovely goodness, so my address is: 316 East 93rd Street, Apt 25, New York, NY 10128. I’ll be there on the 19th, so I’m expecting mail on the 20th!!! I’m too exhausted to say anything more – ahead of me is Katie and Jon’s wedding extravaganza, lotsa packing, and anxiety in general. Muah!
I am choosing my words carefully so as not to upset the balances of the universe and jinx this for us but… WE FOUND AN APARTMENT! Okay, okay… everything is approved- pending the arrival of our parents’ guarantor forms in the mail tomorrow. Other than that, we seem to be set! Quite a change of morale: from down in the dumps about whether or not we would EVER find a decent and affordable apartment, to excited but absolutely petrified upon walking into Wells Fargo to transfer a few thousand dollars into another bank account. EEK! The picture here is actually from a walking map on google (did you know about that?!). I still haven’t seen the place, being in California and all, but it seems fabulous! Walking distance from the park, only a half mile from one of my best friends, cute bars and restaurants all around – FABULOUS! And I figured out today that it’s only two subway stops from Madison Avenue Presbyterian, which is where I will be workin’ it until they hire me to sing in their choir. I mean, you live in the Upper East Side, you need to work at the ritziest Protestant Church on the island, right? Anyhow, I’m already thinking about the exact shade of sage green I’m painting my room, whether I want a firm or a plush mattress, and how exactly will I get a couch up to my sixth-floor walk-up apartment? I’m already planning to entice all my NYC friends into helping me when I arrive in the city. I think if I can get a few helpers, we can move it all up quickly, then it’s sandwiches and beers for everyone. (Note to those in New York, I’ll be arriving Sunday the 19th – get excited!)
A turn of events, a twist in the plot, a glitch in the matrix – whatever you want to call it, things have changed… “for good.” (Wicked? anyone?) I apologize – I don’t mean to sound so triumphant in it, but it is now down to just Brian and I for the NYC living sitch. The fact of the matter is we were looking for different things in an apartment than our third housemate, it was getting overly difficult to come to a middle ground, and we parted ways in everyone’s best interest. Now I’m reveling in the notion that the volume of my voice and my physical profile carry the same overt presence as Grace Adler; and that Brian and Will McFarland are equally fussy about their appearance and both look great in a size-too-small t-shirt. Maybe in the midst of our apartment fiasco, Will- I mean Brian, might come across Sandra Bernhardt’s perfect apartment? Okay- I’m lighthearted about the whole thing. We’re starting fresh as of tomorrow and hopefully we’ll find the perfect place soon!!! (Though I would be quite content with the set of Will & Grace!)
Quite strange leaving a city you have lived in for five years. Yesterday I packed up the car and drove north. You know that stretch just past Pismo, the last time you see the Pacific? As I curved around the highway, I kept craning my neck to take one… last… glimpse. It was right as the sun was beginning to go down – simply beautiful. Well, the “Santa Barbara Years” (part one, at least) are now officially over. I’m back in my childhood room in lovely Alamo, CA. Today was quite crazy as my NYC housemates began the dreadful “apartment search.” UGGGGHHHH…. This topic drives me absolutely insane. Basically, they found a GEM of an apartment on the Upper West Side (well, the easternmost section – right above Central Park) – but we didn’t all agree that it was the winning choice. How crazy is that to find a great place on your first day of searching? I think it’s a little like Blackjack. You get a Queen followed by a seven, but you’re inclined to ask for another card. Will you sink or swim? Now we’re all second guessing each others’ intentions. [Insert four-letter word here.] It’s so stressful not being in the midst of it all – I wish we were all there together. Now I’m just spending every waking moment on Craigslist – trying to find that exact apartment in a more “hip” neighborhood…. Call me pessimistic, call me a downer – it’s reality and I’m a realist. We should settle with the Queen and the seven. On a completely unrelated note – check out the new EP “Is Is” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.