250 square feet
I should be working right now, but instead I'm doing this. Making a scale drawing of my new apartment, for which I signed the lease this evening, and into which I will be moving in a little less than three weeks. My first tiny Brooklyn apartment.
I didn't think it would be this easy. I had prepared myself for a death match between me and the brokers of greater New York City. I had read horror stories of apartments leased to two tenants at the same time by shady brokers who would take your fee up front and then never give you the keys, and then would steal your identity and come for your first-born children and pretend to rent them terrible apartments too, filled with bedbugs and rats and lead paint. But aside from a couple brokers who decided not to show up to my appointment (no-fee apartments, of course), I found this place relatively painlessly.
Of course, I don't have the keys in hand yet, I have not moved my things in, so maybe this is just an inventory of unhatched chickens. But they're awfully cute eggs, no?