Before selling I have a nervous breakdown but quietly so as not to disturb anybody
sktop is frozen. My laptop doesn’t want to find networks–and I can’t write anymore.This blog is about preparing an apartment to sell. It’s about the world of doormen and contractors.
It goes into the world of Manhattan apartment living as many people have asked me about living here. I’m having a breakdown as everything in Manhattan is very pricey and though we’re fast takes longer. Just an immutable law. I talk about life here because many people have asked me what it’s like to live in a luxe Manhattan apartment. Luxe in Manhattan is defined differently than other places. Luxe is having skim coated walls, large marble or stone baths with a window–but often not–and not in my case–no washer dryer–no room. No dishwasher–broke all faucets, and needed to be installed in such a manner it would have needed board approval. The board of directors of a coop practically has the power of life or death over owners. Not renters. Most New York coops were begun with non-eviction plans and rent stabilized or rent controlled tenants can live here forever.
Owners hopefully have one big right. The right to make a large sum of money when leaving. The sum I might get for my 600 square feet is more than most people can get for their large house with every amenity. If I were a renter I would have left months ago. I wouldn’t be renovating a rental apartment for the landlord.
It’s hard for me to be relaxed when the contractor’s love life is a mess (see post below) and he doesn’t show up for days. I need to put this apartment on the market while I know there still is one. In some ways it looked better before I began and all I want to do is cry. But I’m so not a crier. Not a screamer either–that might help. People might listen. I cry and scream into blogs, and am very sensitive right now. It’s as if my entire body has a horrible tooth ache and every nerve feels raw. i’m trying to keep myself sane. I don’t have a husband or other partner to share the headache with and kind of wish….Last week I read that grown kids are supposed to guide their 50something parents. It freaked me for its stupidity. Sounds good today.
All of a sudden I feel too New York for the blogosphere. I feel as if you can’t begin to understand my life–the life that doesn’t include basic amenities but costs much more. It was worth it until it became so pricey and the stores are the same store everywhere USA.
I can enjoy it much more as a tourist when I will actually have more money. I just have to sell first and have reached the point where I don’t think my apartment’s going to reach the market.
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