Amanda here. Although Matt is the writer, I think it's time I give this blog a go and put in my two cents. I mean, come on, as the wife, isn't my say the most important (look away, matt!)So, Matt and I are pretty clueless on how to start our search. As we mentioned, we have 3 short months to make a definite, huge decision on where to live for the next 5-7 years. And because it is my nature, finding an apartment is not only my mission, it is my life.
I have scoured the internet on realtor.com, streeteasy.com, and local real estate companies in order to learn everything I can. Right now, I'm focusing on Forest Hills, where we're going on Sunday. It's very affordable for us, and we like that, but one thing scares me. Based on the interiors of the apartments i've seen online, I'm convinced that everyone in Forest Hills is a grandma.
Why do I think this? Because every apartment is furnished in the most god awful, tired way. And Im not talking about Golden Girls grandma...they at least had some Florida style, while not my style, it worked for them. Plus, I love the Golden Girls (my friends said I was most like Dorothy) But what Im talking about here is just sad. Furniture from the 50s (and not that cool midcentury stuff, either). Heavy curtains. Books crammed on old, antique book shelves. Dark paneling. Im allergic jsut thinking of the dust bunnies hopping around. What's the deal, people? Granted, I come from a design world and am very sensitive to this, but EVERY apartment looks like the smell of mothballs and chicken soup. We can only wait and see.
If Matt and I end up in Forest Hills, you can bet the first thing I'm going to do is paint, paint, paint. And get rid of the doilies.