The apartment hunt, day 1.

I'm going to go ahead and mark yesterday as day one of the apartment hunt. This is very significant (that's why it's in big bold letters).

My roommate-to-be Sarah and I have been browsing Craigslist for a week or so already, but yesterday was the first day we actually left our homes in the search for housing options. Since our actual goal for the day was to explore neighborhoods in order to get a sense of where to eventually go apartment-hunting, I guess we didn't really go apartment-hunting per se. Maybe it was more like neighborhood-hunting than apartment-hunting. But, since we were still hunting for something, I'm still calling it day one of the apartment hunt.

We began our journey in Williamsburg - a place that we both love, probably because we're a pair of overbearingly obnoxious hipsters just like all the other artsy-fartsy college grads looking to solidify their counter-culture lifestyles by relocating to a gentrified Brooklyn neighborhood. Getting out of the L train at Bedford Avenue, we took a walk down North 6th Street and came across a small real estate office advertising some affordable places in the area. Assuming that no harm could come from stopping in, we decided to see what they had on the market.

Wrong.

As it turns out, real estate agents are psychotic and believe that everyone in the world is stupid. This is why, after explaining that we were interested in finding a 2-bedroom apartment for less than $1600 a month where both dogs and cats are allowed, some crazy real estate lady drove us to a 1-bedroom in Greenpoint going for $1650 with a strict no-pet policy. She claimed that the walk-in closet could be used as a second bedroom. When Sarah gently reminded her that this particular apartment actually fit zero of the criteria we had previously mentioned, she drove us back to the office, gave us her card, and said she'd call if anything came up.

Taking matters into our own hands, Sarah and I decided it was time for happy hour. At the bar, we made a three-part list of future apartment furnishings: 1) things I can jack from my family, 2) things she can jack from her family, and 3) things we'll need to buy. At the moment, the most useful things I can provide are a Bruce Springsteen poster, a collapsible chair, and an espresso machine. Maybe some forks. But Sarah has a martini shaker and a cast-iron skillet, so I think we're off to a good start.

Once we finished our discounted drinks, we decided to scope out Clinton Hill. It was pouring rain when we got out of the G train at Clinton and Washington, which really didn't work with our super-cute summer outfits - so we walked a few blocks to the Classon Avenue stop, decided that Clinton Hill was cool, and went home. My parents made us dinner and then we went down to Alphabet City and got shitfaced.

I'm sure we'll have a place in no time.