A Room With a View

When you live in Manhattan, you put up with a lot: congestion, noise, a city that is unrelenting in every way. But when it comes to real estate, you’ll put up with anything.

The building where I used to live had an elevator that was small. Smaller than your usual small elevator. So small that I had to have my brand new couch sawed in half in order to stuff it into said elevator.

My apartment wasn’t much bigger than that elevator, mind you. It was a studio and, as far as studios go here, on the cozy side—real estate parlance for “uncomfortably small.” No matter, it was mine. I didn’t care that I had to climb up to my bed, or that my refrigerator was so small you had to bend down to open it. Or that I had to pay two broker’s fees for 250 feet of personal space.

And this is why.

This view.

This building.

This roommate.

For a slice of sky like this, you’ll do most anything.

Including cut furniture in half.

4 thoughts on “A Room With a View

  1. She was a great roommate, indeed! Plus, if you'd never lived there we wouldn't have the perfect litmus test for all thing small. 🙂

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