move into a bigger apartment

The goal is to move into a bigger appt/townhome by this summer. When I first moved into my apartment it was just me. Then came along my husband, his son, and then we had a baby! There just isn’t enough space!!

YAY.
i feel a lot less like i’m suffocating in my own home. :D

the one bedroom now is pretty big, but still a hell hole-
my 2 year old and i are sick of sharing a room with eachother and it seems impossible to keep anything clean.

found an awesome 2 bedroom a couple cities away.
:: fingers crossed that everything works out ::

We found a bigger more private apartment with the same landlord. He’s a cheap bastard, but at least his rent is cheap.
We won’t be living on an avenue anymore, we’ll be living in a private, tree lined block in a private house. That’ll be nice.
Yippee! We are in the process of moving.

I toured a bunch of afwul, run-down apartments (one even had iron burn marks in the carpet!) and I was begining to think there would be nothing acceptable in my price range. But walking to work I saw a rental sign in the window of a small brick house. Its perfect! I’m going from a 3 room apartment to renting a whole house and I don’t even have to leave my neighborhood! Crazy lucky break.

As luck would have it, I found a place by pure coincidence Same wonderful neighborhood, top floor, view of skyline, parking space and a terrace! What more could a bachelor in NYC want? HMMM…Nina to share it with of course!

Moving to Egypt made it easier for us to move into a bigger apartment. It’s so wonderful and roomy. This little pic is just half of my living room. Need to a sofa!

At the moment, I don’t have enough money saved to cover the cost of a deposit, first month’s rent, and a mover. So, I think a good first step to moving into a bigger apartment is to focus on putting money in my savings account. (nods decisively)

I have gone hog wild with the affordable housing applications this week. I’ve already sent out four today. I’m telling you, one of these days I will live in a 600 dollar apartment in the middle of Manhattan. Mark my words!

Yeah, about that apartment I said I was gonna move into? Well, I’m not. Everything about it seemed perfect but…for some reason every time I went to visit my new pad I left with a feeling of dread and the desire to run screaming from the place. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d made a mistake and should not go through with the move. So I cancelled it. Maybe it’s just not the right time, not the right place. In any case, I feel like a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I’m very confident in my decision.