Redhead at the Piggy Bank

Finding a place to live in NYC is a fascinating, if not exhausting, process. In any other city, you’d call the rental office of a building that looked clean and safe and ask about any availabilities. They’d show you the place and give you a price, and you’d sign the lease.

Oh, but not Manhattan. Here, you must contend with brokers and fees and the crazy idea that you shouldn’t bother looking at apartments until two weeks before you need one. Which is how I spent my snowy Saturday.

I’ve lived at my current one-bedroom apartment in Spanish Harlem for two years. When I signed the lease, I felt like I was getting a good deal. But me and Mister Redhead have been itching for more space, and when we got the lease renewal letter in the mail Thursday, I suddenly felt like we no longer had a good deal on our hands. The rent went up more than expected. It hit that tipping point price, the one that makes you think Really? That much for just a one-bedroom in Spanish Harlem? So, with ten days to accept or reject the lease renewal, we embarked on an apartment hunt. Except Mister Redhead had a business trip, so really I’m the one doing the hunting.

Our ideal situation would be finding a two-bedroom for the price we’re paying for a one-bedroom. It sounds crazy, but they’re out there. I looked at a few today in our budget, and lemme tell you: They’re cheap for a reason. Namely, because the kitchens and bathrooms are messed up. I’m not a foodie, and I don’t need a spa-like powder room, but I’m not buying that any of those appliances were “brand new” (um, maybe in 1975?). Nor am I crawling into some nook-and-cranny corner to stand in a “shower” that’s not big enough to turn around in.

Of course, the broker saved the best for last. Exposed brick, gorgeous trim, glass-door kitchen cabinets, a spacious layout, half a block to Central Park. This is a place I could call home. But it’s not in my budget. At all. My dear broker said it’s a good time to bargain with landlords, though, and predicted we have a good chance of getting the monthly rent down to just $100 above my budget. And if that worked, the broker offered to slash his fee, so that the year’s cost would be close to my original budget.

So I applied.

And now, a few hours later, I’m having second thoughts. OK, what if we do all this bargaining and get the yearly cost to align with my yearly budget? Great, right? But what about in 2010, when Mr. New Landlord wants to hike up the rent to what this place is really worth? Then we’d be back in the same situation, wasting money on application fees and broker fees and moving vans. Is it worth all that just to love where you live?

I have an appointment with another broker tomorrow. Who knows, maybe she has a fabulous two-bedroom in our budget, and I can withdraw the app for my dream apartment. Or maybe she’s just going to show me more dingy places. It seems we have a few options:

1. Stay put, even though this place now feels overpriced. At least we’d save money by not paying a broker’s fee.
2. Go through with the dream apartment. Feel budget guilt. Worry about rent hike in 2010.
3. Keep looking. Torturous.

Sigh. Stay tuned for part 2 tomorrow…