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Brooklyn? Maybe. How thrilling!

Tuesday March 16, 2010

Life has been busy lately. (And there again I prove myself to be Captain Obvious! Excelsior!) While I haven’t been updating this (ha!) I’ve been working on the 10,000-word (so far) project I am reluctant to continue to label a short story as it is turning into something of a novella. Or just a “story,” minus the short part. Not quite ready to think it’s a novel, but then, I’m so early in the first draft stage, it could become almost anything. I will keep an open mind!

The most intriguing change, though, is our search for a house — and by “house” I mean “apartment” or more specifically “condo” — in New York City. Oh, the joys of experiencing the real estate market! Since the husband’s promotion (probably didn’t mention that, did I? Yeah… he got promoted. Smart boy!) he’s been on the hunt to buy. Buy. This is both exciting and nerve-wracking. I am not mentally adult enough to think that we belong at this point, but it’s been a year since the wedding and, well, when is one “ready” for a step like this, anyway? Disregarding my artistic contribution as stay-at-home-writing-machine (along with my occasional small-child-supervising gig) we have the ability to buy a house. (The boy is a numbers man; I believe him.) So the prospect of no longer paying rent to the rental property gods of Manhattan is actually realistic. Exciting!

As to where we may move… that’s the interesting part. We’re looking at Brooklyn, as well as other parts of Manhattan, but mostly Brooklyn. Having spent years in Pittsburgh with its small-town artsy/industrial neighborhoods, Brooklyn hits us as home in a way that surprised us. (That, and the commute for the boy is great.) I’m looking forward to the change and hoping the whole buy plus move endeavor isn’t as stressful as my mind is beginning to think it may be. Everyone I’ve talked to about buying versus renting agrees it’s a change but then, it’s not a huge change. It’s just something to which to adapt, just like any other change — right? I hope it turns out that way!

So in the next month I may find myself a soon-to-be Brooklyner. Is that the vernacular? I guess I’d better start researching on the Interwebs. In two and a half years I’ve become so much of a Manhattan girl that thinking of labeling myself as a Brooklyn girl feels a bit strange. But then, it felt weird to move to Manhattan after Pittsburgh… and so on. I think of this, this entire year ahead of us, as an adventure. I love a good adventure.

St. Patrick’s Day

Tuesday March 17, 2009

Being 1/4 Irish, I feel it necessary to over-celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Okay, not over-celebrate, but certainly celebrate. I wear green, shamrock earrings, shamrock socks, and the celebration usually involves beer — green or simply a good hefeweizen. Today will be no different! I am celebrating the day with two friends, both of whom have been laid off in this recession environment, and we’re doing brunch at an Irish pub local to me. I live in the neighborhood where the New York City St. Patrick’s Day parade will end today, sometime between 4-5:30 tonight. Last year I returned at about 9pm after a taping of the Colbert Report in west Midtown to find all of my friends gathered at an Irish pub on the Upper East Side, dancing with a bunch of cops and firemen from Nassau County. We shouted over the music and the din, trying to ask our friends why there were so many people in uniform getting completely plastered at this St. Patrick’s Day celebration — and why were they from Nassau County? Apparently they’d been part of the parade that had ended up in our neighborhood. I have to wonder about the pubs in this area on St. Patrick’s Day — how much of a killing do they make simply from the parade crowd charging through the Upper East Side, demanding green libation at 5pm? I wonder.

Before I meet my friends for brunch, though, I’ve lots to do, including hopefully hitting up the gym for a bit — preventative measures, you understand — and cleaning this apartment, or perhaps attempting to clean it. It’s so filled with boxes and moved things it’s becoming progressively harder to function, but it’s Tuesday — we move Saturday. It’s fast approaching! I look around and think, “Clean? BAH.” But the neat freak trapped inside of me is silently moaning. A little. Though packing and labeling boxes does appease her. (She’d prefer I color-code the labels on the boxes by room — kitchen, living room, bedroom, closet — but she can’t have it all!)

On Friday my mother and I are taking a trip to IKEA — IKEA, the store of dreams! Or the Place Where Grown-Up Dreams of Cheap Furnishings Become Reality. I am inordinately happy about going to IKEA. Bryan knows that I have a… shall we call it an obsession with IKEA? I love functional and simple, and that is all of IKEA. Everything there is both functional and simple — sometimes a little crazily European while also being simple and functional, too, which is fun. I am a big lover of all things European, especially design, so IKEA is even more exciting for that. I never thought, growing up, that I’d ever find a store more exhilarating to be in than a toy store like Toys ‘R’ Us, but I have, and it is filled with furnishings. That to me is more evidence of the fact that I’ve grown up than other things in my life. (I still play video games and wear T-shirts with funny slogans and seriously enjoy Cartoon Network.) Going to IKEA to furnish our first [real] apartment as a married couple — and being giddily enthusiastic about it? Yeah, that’s pretty grown up on the scale of things. (Is there a scale of things somewhere?) I don’t know whether this is a good development, or a really frightening one…

I essentially pay rent to Starbucks.

Thursday February 5, 2009

I had this realization today.

For two to six hours on any given weekday I will hole up with fingerless gloves (oh the inconsistent heating) and sweater/fleece and write at Starbucks. I rent a table and power outlet for the price of a “venti hot earl grey tea” (or a “grande nonfat toffee nut latte”; “grande coffee with a shot of toffee nut”; “tall white hot chocolate”) and the occasional pastry. (Pray tell me, Starbucks, what happened to the rice crispy treats—the, er, ‘marshmallow rice bar’ or what have you? Have you discontinued them in Manhattan?? They have disappeared and no I do not like cupcakes. (Or. Chocolate.) I protest your cupcakes!)

I’m not the only one to use Starbucks as an office. At the Starbucks I go to — 1st Avenue at 90th Street in Manhattan — there are several people with laptops I’ve seen more than once. Sometimes they’re there before I am, sometimes they stay later than I do, or both. One man walks around making business calls the entire time, pacing the considerable length of the store while his table — fully spread with stacks of papers, finance documents, and the Wall Street Journal — sits unoccupied. Another man I’ve seen a few times comes equipped with a whole set of computer accessories (mouse, USB devices, headphones). I’ve seen more than one person sitting with laptop and books with titles like “How to Write Effective Resumes” at 1 o’clock in the afternoon. It makes me wonder if they’re unemployed. Another woman one time was very clearly writing a novel, sitting next to me. Any time my eyes would stray in her direction I would catch the indentations and quotations of rapid dialogue. It was funny to watch her write, actually, because she had all the movements, fits, and different cues I have; I could practically see the scene unfolding in her head as she wrote. The people who come here to write generally make me curious. I’m a big-time people watcher, it’s a guilty pleasure and a bad habit.

This isn’t the only place to which I have traveled to find a writing environment outside of the studio. There are about 10 different coffee shops in a 10 block radius, most of which have power outlets. (I have developed a seventh or eighth sense — how many do I have now? — for finding power outlets at coffee shops.) Only one has free internet. There are different costs and benefits to each place. (The one with the free internet only has 4 outlets but a deliciously squishy booth running along the wall, against half the tables. Unless I fight for the outlets, though, they’re usually taken. Plus that place only accepts cash and running to the ATM beforehand is usually something I’ll forget.)

One independent coffee place (I love the independent places, generally) charges for the use of their outlets and their internet, meaning I can’t even go there and write in a Word document without paying utilities. I understand that there are costs and lots of people hogging electricity over the cost of a month when you’re paying rent/utilities in Manhattan can really add up but… sigh. I don’t go there and pay the fee; enough people already do so I would still probably fight for the outlets. (Their coffee and tea products are legitimately delicious; they even have alcohol for the adventurous types.) A few of the different Starbucks are more or less storefronts with a bar area or one or two seats, hardly able to fit me and the laptop. Some are in locations (like near the subway) that ensure they get so much casual coffee-drinking traffic going through that my chances of finding a seat — near an outlet, no less — are nil.

Then there are the two public libraries in my area, the Yorkville and Webster branches of the New York Public Library. Both have computers and tables, and the Yorkville even has an area specifically for laptop users with free outlets. The only problem with both of those are that I have to battle retirees for the tables in the middle of the day. Lots of elderly neighborhood residents (some of them very elderly) go to the library and sit at the tables. Some just sit—don’t read, don’t write, don’t use the computers. They stare out vacantly into space. Those individuals make for very awkward people to sit next to when I am trying to avoid distraction. The Yorkville’s laptop area can be filled—especially once the local schools get out in the afternoon—which means I’d have to get there at 10am or 12pm, whenever the library opens that day, to possibly snag a seat. The elbow room is also pretty terrible, especially when people have the mammoth 17” laptops and happen to also be 6’5” with elbows. I am also one of those people who doesn’t like it when others glance over at my screen; lack of elbow space usually translates into the ability for my neighbor to read my document. Making the document zoom miniscule isn’t worth the eye strain it causes me. So the libraries, while both free and designed to be accommodating, end up not being very much so for me. I get particular, what can I say?

I do wish for more variety in this pseudo-office, though. I miss the Panera Breads at which I used to write in Pittsburgh, the one in Squirrel Hill especially. Get a Fuji Apple Chicken Salad and go to town on a novel or my school work, those were good times. (Yes I immensely enjoyed quite a lot of my school work, thank you.) The summer I spent living in Pittsburgh alone in 2005 was really helpful for letting me get to know all of the coffee shops and internet/laptop friendly locations within two miles of our apartment. I had a system worked out while I was at Carnegie Mellon for the different types of work I had to do — fiction writing for class versus for me sometimes required different locations, as did writing research papers. There were points during my senior year while writing my thesis that I would walk around all day with a backpack filled with the heavily tabbed & highlighted copies of my primary source materials. I also enjoyed writing in the school’s clusters. Oh, the Mac clusters. Yes, this PC user is a closet Mac fanatic… who is marrying a dedicated PC fanatic. Oh, off-topic rambles.

I like the Starbucks I frequent, though. The high school around the corner gets out in the two o’clock hour, a school bus with young kids stops outside in the 3pm hour, both of which make it necessary for me to get there well before 2pm if I intend to get a good seat. But I have a system and considering my productivity while I’m there, said system seems to be working out for me. If it isn’t broken… though really, I dream happily of the day when I have a home office. With either an espresso machine or a terrific tea collection. Both, possibly… See? I’m dreaming…

 But still. 5,000 words for $6. That’s pretty darned skippy. (Yes, I had two drinks. /splurge)

Things my studio apartment taught me.

Wednesday January 21, 2009

Living in 400 square feet is hard. Sharing that space with your future spouse is even more difficult. I’ve spent since July 2007 figuring out how to do this despite the fact that I dream of the day we can move into a bigger space — and gripe about the unrealistic sizes/costs of the New York City apartments in films/TV shows set in the city…. But even so this has been valuable. Moving from an admittedly gigantic bedroom I did not share into a dorm room (that I had to share…ugh…) was a special kind of pain. Moving from that into a one bedroom apartment at Pittsburgh rent prices was different. Moving from that to an apartment a fraction of the size of that apartment’s living room was… oh, dear. But as the title of this post indicates, I like to think it’s taught me something. Or many things, all of them being valuable. I am a glass-half-full person. If I wasn’t I’d be mad for several reasons by now. So here’s the rundown of my lessons to live by in a small apartment.

Lesson #1. If there is empty space — horizontally or vertically – anywhere in your apartment, you’re wasting valuable storage real estate.

This includes under desks, on top of bookcases (to the ceiling, people!), on top of dressers, underneath the bed. (Every single square inch of under bed space is currently used. Every single inch.) Under the desk go the printer, file boxes (I file everything quite meticulously), a box for the space heater when it’s not in use, and a little chest of drawers with office supplies & electronic gadgetry. We use a bookshelf near the kitchen for kitchen things — coffee maker, blender, fruit bowl — and a cubby hole storage unit near the entranceway/kitchen for dry food goods, winter hats & gloves, shoes, and my purses/bags. On top of the bookshelf go baskets of various things (candle holders & seasonal items; storage items like bubblewrap & foamy stuff I’ve been collecting to prepare for our move eventually; plastic serveware). 

The miracle of today’s storage solutions is that things like baskets, colorful boxes, and patterned bins exist solely for the purpose of storage in plain sight. So long as it’s attractive, you can store anything right where everyone will see it. Really. Don’t think about stashing everything away, especially when you’re going to (with shoes or scarves in winter) use them frequently enough to find pulling them out of closets or under beds a hassle. Just go ahead, store it where everyone can see it.

Lesson #2. Stack. Everything.

Open our kitchen cabinets — they are all cabinet doors, no drawers whatsoever — and you’ll see that it’s packed as tightly as is possible for food to be. Of course that tends to lead to accidents — if you don’t unpack the cabinet when reaching for the tuna, the honey, soup, and tahini come tumbling down. But it’s a miracle what some shelf-shelving (the stackable stuff; undershelf hanging baskets for plasticware & plastic bags) plus some gosh darn OCD ingenuity can do for your kitchen storage space. Our silverware holder sits on top of a seldom-used mini loaf pan. Our fire extinguisher is stuck in the little corner made by stacking 9″x9″ baking pans on top of 9″x13″ baking pans. Every little bit of space in our kitchen is being used for something and if not it’s for good reason. (i.e. I kept knocking the same thing over so many times when it was stored in one location I knew it was time to keep that location clear.)

Lesson #3. Rethink ways to use items beyond their suggested uses.

Bookshelves are not only for books. Turns out books can be stacked 2 rows deep and shelves can be used for stacked organizers for files and papers.

Shelves can be used as locations for colorful storage bins that hold any number of things (shoes, winter accessories) that can slide in and out. DVD shelves can be used for series paperbacks & computer discs/games. Dressers can double as media stands (as our short one does for our television).

A “desk” can become a “dining room table” just as it can then morph into a “computer desk.” (Currently our “dining table” is both multi-purpose flat space, dining table, & computer desk; we are two people with two computers.)

Magnets, magnets, magnets. In the kitchen, a magnetic “bulletin” strip became a holder of pot holders (magnetic hooks are your friends), our swiffer duster (magnetic clothes pin), & recipes. The wall above my desk is also a filing cabinet of important documents, organized through a bulletin board, magnetic board, and dry erase board (an adhesive “for college students” dry erase board that is terrific). Everything important gets tacked or magneted up and the place gets cleaned of old things on a regular basis. If it’s in front of me I always know where it is. The front door, made of fire-proof metal, is also magnetic. Instantly (using the STRONG magnets) holds letters & bills to be mailed, reminders of not to forget things on the way out, coupons, & dry cleaning receipts. We’ve never been late on the rent and I’ve never lost a dry cleaning receipt.

Lesson #4. Boxes (stackable, square or round) are your friend. As are (colored) permanent markers & labels.

Having learned from the kitchen that “stack everything” is crucial, this then requires boxes. Whether they be small kitchen plasticware, recycled shoe boxes, or recycled UPS delivery boxes, one can never have enough boxes. In fact, one should always keep a stack of various sizes (collapsed & stuffed behind furniture) on hand at all times. These boxes, filled & properly labeled) can be stacked to excess in the very tops of closets (go to the ceiling) along the sides of closets (you know, the part on the floor you can’t see because it’s hidden away from the door? Fill it with stacked boxes. With labels.) and everywhere else you can think.

Lesson #5. The smaller the space, the more frequently it needs to be cleaned.

Keep on hand at all times: a hand-held vacuum, antibacterial or pre-moistened wet wipes of various kinds (the all-in-one glass, counter, computer ones? Yes), a duster (preferably one that is not feathered & has disposable fluffy parts), & air freshener (via candle, spray bottle/can, plug-in device, or other method). Believe me when I tell you they have been indespensible to my existence. Perhaps it’s because when it comes down to it I’m a neat freak, or perhaps it’s because we’re people who lead really active and dust-raising lives, but I feel I have to do the cursory clean almost daily and the spring cleaning deep clean every month. Oh, and the air freshener? It’s amazing what having the kitchen share the air as the rest of your living space will do to your nose. Let anything sit in the garbage too long… Ew. (Which reminds me: don’t have a garbage can bigger than what fits the standard “medium” 8 gallon garbage bags (which are hard to find in a city where convenience stores and drug stores value shelf space as much as the rest of us do). 14 gallon? Pshaw. Your garbage will be sitting there for too long if you wait for that big boy to fill. We have a counter-top bin for organic waste (orange peels, egg shells) that gets tied and put in the big bag to be taken the chute, minimizing on scent all around.

Another tip: Clean when the sun hits the apartment. You know there’s a golden hour when the sun hits every [New York] apartment (well, not basement or the really cheap ones). Whenever it is, plan to clean then. The wonderful thing about direct sunlight is that it shows you just how dusty your bookselves are and where the bunnies are hiding under your desk. Cleaning at night with every single light on isn’t nearly as effective at showing you the little things you can easily miss in the quick once-over of the apartment. And you do want to clean quickly and efficiently, don’t you?

Lesson #6. Be realistic about keeping things around.

Every single inch is a treasure in 400 square feet. If you have the luxury of family (aka free and happy storage units) nearby, that’s one thing, but if you don’t, think about everything you’re keeping around. Realistically, will you use it? Will you wear it? Donate, donate, donate, and use your garbage can. Goodwill got to have the shoes & clothes that I couldn’t justify keeping in my closet with its negative space. The local library’s used book shop will enjoy the books I finally make myself donate because I just won’t read them ever again and really, I need the shelf space for the books I will reread. (When I do that, ugh.)

Lesson #7. Strive to keep things in their proper place at all times.

Not only will you remember where things are if they’re always where you expect them to be, but it keeps the floor and all horizontal spaces clear if you put things away immediately. Kitchen counter gets cluttered with dirty and clean dishes — put them in the dishwasher/sink or cabinets. Purses or bags on the floor? Empty them of the important stuff and shove them or hang them where they go. That sweater you wore once that’s still clean and is currently hanging over the back of the chair? Soon the sweater becomes the pile which is then a monstrosity of organization to have to deal with. Prevent the pile and put the darned sweater away immediately. This was the hardest lesson I had to learn and I’m still trying to be good about it. I’m pretty good about emptying bags/purses and putting them away and both Bryan and I got good at hanging jackets/sweatshirts up immediately last year out of necessity. 

 

I can’t wait to move into a bigger place, but “bigger” will probably only be another hundred square feet, if that (though a bedroom door would be lovely). Living in a studio has forced me to be more organized than ever, simply out of sheer necessity, and it’s given me a measure of satisfaction to see how much stuff I’ve been able to pack away by using my proven storage methods of boxing and stacking and cramming. It’s really worked and really… I’m glad we’ve gotten to live here. It has tested our sanity but if we can handle this, we can handle a lot of things.

Living in the big city

Thursday October 16, 2008

I really do love living in New York City. Even if it’s so expensive it’s painful, even if Bryan and I will have to move out of Manhattan by next summer (we desperately want more room; this studio is painfully small and there are 1- and 2-bedrooms in other boroughs for the same price). But it’s been worth it. Part of it is the glamour of having a New York, NY address, part is simply the experience of walking a few blocks to Central Park or riding a few stops to anywhere in Manhattan. I’ve even become a bus expert. So long as I can figure out which bus to use, I can use them just as easily as the subway.

It’s also been strangely educational in some unexpected ways. One of which has been seeing Au Pairs / babysitters / nannies with their charges in baby carriages and the way they deal with and treat those children. Some of what I’ve seen has completely turned me off entirely from ever, ever, ever hiring a random nanny. I saw a child sucking on an antibacterial wet wipe (she was about 18 months) while her nanny was on her cell phone; I’ve seen kids dragged into retail stores, running around (at about 3 years old) while their nannies shop and chat (in Payless Shoe Source, for instance); I’ve seen kids in baby carriages squinting in the pain of direct sunlight while their sun shade sits propped up and unused; I’ve seen kids improperly strapped in; too many children hanging on one stroller; it’s both bothersome and worrying. A lot of it comes from the simple situation of the nanny is on her cell phone and is simply not paying attention to the child, even in a half-distracted way. (To support nannies everywhere, I’ve seen mothers doing this, too; it’s always the 30-something mothers, though, not the 20-something mothers. The 20-somethings tend to have Baby Bjorns strapped on and they look energetic while the 30-somethings tend to have a few kids and look either harried, defeated, or simply too busy to be bothered to care.)

I’ve taken some interesting day-trips, too, alone, with friends, and with Bryan. I’ve seen and done a lot in the last sixteen months. I’ve seen an off-off Broadway show, an off-Broadway show and of course Broadway shows and walked around Times Square often enough to both know it well enough to no longer get lost in it but also be exhaustedly tired of having to deal with all the tourists. You speak to people who have to work around Times Square or move through it for their commute and you hear the same thing. It’s plainly exhausting to press through the stalled and staring tourists. I’ve also been through Central Park often enough to know it reasonably well. I have by no means scoured the park as well as I should like, but that’s still a happy to-do to accomplish. I’ve gone to all the major museums, though the Whitney is a big one I still need to check off my list. Bryan and I were even invited to go to an evening at the MoMA (which happened to be sponsored by UBS, and Bryan had been working there at the time).

I’ve gone to the IKEA in Brooklyn in three different ways: by subway and IKEA’s shuttle, by Zipcar with Bryan, and by the NYC Water Taxi service that goes right to IKEA’s door. The last was facinating. IKEA is located in Red Hook, Brooklyn, which is sort of around the bend from New York Harbor. In going from Pier 11 by Wall Street to Red Hook I was able to see much of the touristy things, even a nice shot of the Statue of Liberty. It’s always a pleasant thing to see when I’m downtown, seeing the statue. It’s a simple reminder of where I live and how lucky I am to live here.

One thing I do miss about the suburbs are the stores. Living cheaply is so important to us because of our rent, but finding cheap things to buy require trekking to Brooklyn or Queens, or stocking up when we’re not in the city. (But stocking up, naturally, leads to yet another Catch-22; we live in a studio apartment so where would we put that stuff?) Living in Pittsburgh we were only a drive away from pretty much any store (except H&M, heh), enabling us to buy cheap things at Walmart, Target, Sam’s Club, and of course the malls. New York City doesn’t really have malls. There are a few pretend malls but as a suburban girl at heart (New York City’s suburbs, thank you), I know a mall when I see one and they don’t exist here. Also because I have to take public transportation everywhere, I have to carry all of my purchases everywhere. I though I’d had it bad in Pittsburgh when we’d have to carry our groceries up a steep hill and a few flights of stairs to get to the elevator to our fifth floor apartment. Here I have to walk blocks and blocks with heavy bags if I’m so enterprising as to go to Target, IKEA, or Trader Joe’s, all of which require a few hours’ venture of a trip. It makes things interesting, I suppose, hehe.

I also really love the New York Public Library system (especially compared to Pittsburgh’s!) — that, and I love being able to take walks. In Pittsburgh you could walk some places but it was relatively restricted to stretches here and there, with long roads in between. Sometimes the traffic was prohibitive; sometimes there weren’t sidewalks. It’s not, of course, anything like that here. I can walk pretty much anywhere assuming I want to be walking all over the place. And it’s relatively hard to get lost. I promise you. Once you know the rule of thumb of the numbered streets, it’s simple. It’s even easier once you get the hang of which streets go north and which south and which do both, and where they split, etc. The village is still a bit confusing but I know its main streets and I understand its layout much better now than I had before moving here last year so I don’t really fear getting lost down there any more.

Speaking of walks, I think I’m going to go walk right now.

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