Joey Zauzig, BPCM
My first New York City apartment was small (exceedingly), had exposed brick wall, and was located in the West Village - at least that's what the advertisement said. The realtor called it cute and intimate; I called it a walk-in closet with a bed. He said it took patience to find the perfect apartment in NYC, and patience is a virtue... I don't have!
I ended up getting used to it ... and to eating out every night because I didn't have a kitchen. And I don't even think a large pizza box would have fully fit in it. I stuck it out for a year.. Ok, ok, a summer. Even though I could barely fit my 6'4 self in there it made me appreciate the Chelsea Apartment I'm currently in, and made me step out of my comfort zone, which as everyone knows is the key to success. I owe a lot to that tiny, not so charming first apartment.
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