I picked up the keys to the new apartment this morning. It's about a 20 minute walk from Kate's apartment, and about 15 minutes from the YMCA on 9th Street. With the astoundingly fantastic neighborhood, the location just keeps getting better and better. I met my new super, who seems like a good guy. He grew up in the neighborhood and takes pride in the security of his buildings, which put me at ease. Everything in the apartment itself was working, including both air conditioners, the refrigerator, and the oven. I checked out the cabinets and the closets, and I still think I'll be able to get all of my things into the space without too much difficulty. It will be crowded for a few weeks while I unpack but I'll manage.
There is one not-so-small problem, and that is the lack of a storage room. Both the broker and the landlord assured me that the apartment came with a 5'x5' storage room in the basement. The extra storage became a big factor in my decision to take that apartment rather than continue looking for something else. But this morning when I asked the super where the storage rooms were, he said my apartment was one of two that didn't come with a storage room. He showed me a few places in the basement where I could keep my bike, and assured me that both of them were secure and that I didn't need to worry about my bike being stolen. However, neither location is a substitute for a storage room where I could put things like my folding dining chairs, my cat carriers, or anything else I don't need every day. I called my new landlord but he's on vacation until Monday. Now the missing storage room isn't a show-stopper. I have too much stuff as it is. But I'd been counting on having some extra space, so I'm disappointed. I hope I can fit everything I'm keeping into the space I have. I managed to fit too much stuff into my old apartment in Greenwich Village, so I'm sure I can manage. I just don't want to feel cramped.