Real estate fail.

Our first apartment-hunt, our first tragic loss. The DUMBO apartment went to another broker yesterday morning. Cue shattered hopes.

So this totally sucks - but I'm not going to ramble about how hugely it sucks. There's nothing I can do about it, and I'd ultimately rather cling to deluded optimism than wallow in sorrow. So, it sucks, but we're still looking and I'm sure we'll end up not homeless.

We did some searching yesterday, and, after being traumatized by some Bushwick apartments located on top of an auto-body shop that was guarded by a large dog, we landed on a nice 2-bedroom in Greenpoint. It had a big kitchen, a separate living room, 2 sizeable bedrooms, and lots of closet space - plus it was on a nice, tree-lined block in a cute neighborhood full of convenient shops and restaurants. And it's very close to the subway (albeit the G, but we had to settle somewhere). It was definitely a nice enough place to take our minds off the tragedy of DUMBO, so we're applying for the lease today.

The only problem is that the apartment is a bit beyond our budget. Hopefully once we apply for the lease we will have the bargaining power to lower the rent, but that's the sort of thing we'll just have to wait and see about. I hope we know soon, though - the apartment-hunting process has definitely lost its charm.

If we get screwed out of another apartment, I will raise hell.