We have lived in our current apartment for a little more than two years, and we've loved it here. We came a couple of months after our wedding, escaping from a cave of a place in Park Slope that had a little outdoor space, yes--but that space came at the expense of any sort of windows or light indoors.
We made the best of that place but it made me claustrophobic, plus it had a crappy landlord-special kitchen and recessed lighting that showed every crag and pore. So once the wedding was out of the way, we got to looking. With luck and persistence, we found a fourth-floor apartment in Prospect Heights with more light and windows than we thought were possible. . . and, you would not believe: a dishwasher. We knew we wouldn't be here for very long because we wanted to look for a place of our own once we'd saved a down payment, though.
I realized today as we started to accumulate boxes to pack that I never photographed this place. As much as I love the space, it's always felt a bit underfurnished because we knew we would be moving on. Plus, the paint colors are terrible-the paint went up before we moved in and we never saw it on the wall (in fact, I think we were out of town when the place was painted). The colors looked so totally different than we expected that we thought the painter had made a mistake! What we thought was grey was actually blue, and what we thought was nice muted green was more like a pastel key lime. Lesson learned.
Oh, this kitchen. Basic, but perfectly sensible with TONS of storage. The guy who lived here before us NEVER cooked, so we basically inherited it pristine. We never filled the cabinets quite . . . but the new place has slightly smaller ones and fewer, and I'm a bit scared about it.
My favorite thing about the kitchen is this shelf, which we use for dry goods.
We brought this dining table with us from Houston, where we bought it cheap from a furniture refinisher who never got round to refinishing it. Neither did we. Now it's too small for our new dining area, but I'm not sure what else one does with a spare table in a 2BR apartment. I couldn't bear to toss it or sell it, so we may keep it in our storage area until we make our next move. Unless you have a better idea!
The hutch we inherited from a neighbor in Park Slope who was going to throw it away. Its joints are all out of wack, and there's some water damage on the bottom.
There's a lot of pressure when you buy a new place to make it perfect and gorgeous and new. But looking at our stuff now makes me feel a bit of pride in how well we've made the wabi-sabi look work.
This great sofa was a craigslist find. A nearly-new Hutton Sofa from Room & Board. It's wide and great for cuddling or sleeping, and Moses is only a little interested in scratching it. It hasn't held up perfectly (because she is a LITTLE interested), and she's also, erm, puked on it a few times. Cat puke doesn't come out of velvet too good. Nothing to be done.
Note: please forgive the odd scale of some of these photos. Something's wrong with my wide-angle lens! And any detritus that seems to be lying around should be ignored as no styling went into this. The place was merely passably clean for an in-law visit :)
The bedroom is way bigger than we need it to be. One thing we looked for in our new apartment was an appropriate balance of living space and bedroom space, because we've found both of our big bedrooms to be wasteful and were never able to utilize them properly. Happy to report that we think the new place strikes just the right balance. Please ignore the icky walls and forgive us our festive holiday bedding. We're still celebrating I guess.
The northwest-facing bedroom has a view of the Empire State building in the winter when the leaves are down, and beautiful green trees in the summer. I'm going to miss all the birds back there, as our back view will be somewhat more urban in the new place.
This was the first time we ever had another room. It's a bit odd because you have to walk through our bedroom to get to it. One thing about where we live now is that the public and private spaces aren't that separated. In the new place, the bedrooms are down a hallway from the living room, so it feels a bit more private. I'm happy with what we ended up doing in this room. It's such an odd shape--long and narrow--that we couldn't have fit any kind of guest bed in there. And since I took this picture I hung art and got an amazing ikea curtain that is, of course, coming with us to the new place!
I love the natural light in this bathroom. The new place has TWO bathrooms, both with frosted glass windows. They won't get quite this much light but it will be enough to not make me miss this too much. Plus, we're renovating both . . . and as much as I love the vintage look I can't wait to have a couple of brand spanking new places to relax and take care of bizness.
Moving is difficult. As we get older, change can be harder to embrace. Once, I moved to Houston without ever having visited. And I dragged Chris with me! Once, we moved to Brooklyn on a whim. Now, I'm sentimental and what is familiar is a comfort. It's hard to leave this place, our first home as a married couple. But it's time for the next thing. Hopefully, next time you hear from me on our home, you'll see photos of an absolute mess, an apartment with great bones in need of TLC and in the midst of having some of its guts ripped out. And by summer, you'll hear me bragging about our view of Eastern Parkway, blogging about DIY pizza parties around the island in the kitchen, and crowing about how attached I've become to our roof deck (bye bye Vitamin D deficiency!) and my container garden. I know it.
But the best part is, these two rascals are coming too. So how different can it really be, right?Posted by jess at February 19, 2012 6:39 PM | TrackBack