Okay, fine, I admit that I tried to shrug off everyone's warnings about New York apartment hunting. SF has its own freakshow circuit for that . . . but I was proven wrong. It's not just the size . . .
Yes, this happened many times.
It's the damn brokers. They're like secret Soviet Aparatchiks working away in the global heart of capitalism.
And then there's the simple time issue; work + apartment hunting + planning for the baby.
And, let's be honest, you're not always filled with unalloyed joy at the thought of parenthood.
But eventually I found us a great place -- though it does not look like this:
Full April slide-show on the right.
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