Heading to Manhattan on a Wing and a Prayer
In many ways, perhaps, this post is the first “authentic” Film Snob entry.
While I already changed my Blogger Profile listing to "LOCATION: New York City," the truth is, we're not there yet. Not for another few weeks. This Saturday we'd planned on flying to Manhattan to meet with a broker who has secured some apartments for us to look over. Truth is, we didn't want to use a broker, but were convinced by friends and family in NYC that it would otherwise be impossible to find a place from Colorado. Why are we broker adverse? They charge anywhere from 15-20% of a year's rent for guiding you to a place to call home. And with monthly rent running at around $1,500 for just a small studio, you can imagine how many thousands we'll end up paying just in the broker's fee alone.
Turns out we may not need to pay it after all. Our broker called this afternoon to say that she is stuck in Florida on family business and won’t be able to meet with us. So, in roughly 24 hours we're heading into the most treacherous housing market on the planet all alone and without reinforcements.
I've been scouring Craig's List all night, pounding out dozens of e-mails for possible apartments. To give you an idea of how hot the market is (we were told apartments generally rent the same day they go on the market), below is a picture of one of the "possibilities."
Coffin-sized apartment: $1,600
Picture that makes it look as if it was just hit by a tornado: $25
The fact that you don't care because people like Brandon are so desperate they'll still end up coming by to give it a look: Priceless.