
This weekend, I inquired about a 1 bedroom in the West Village…..$5,100 smackeroos.
Ben and I spent all of Saturday looking at apartments, everything from buildings with doormen who spoke six languages to fifth floor walk ups where even the roaches were panting (which I would have considered if the bedroom wasn’t the exact width of a queen sized bed).
It seems as though, given our price range (which is 5 times what I paid for my apartment on Robertson) it’s a battle between granite counter tops with 6,000 sq. foot gyms and spacious apartments sans treadmills.