Falling In Love

Don't tell anyone, but I am cheating on B.

It's true, I've fallen in love. With an apartment. A classic pre-war beauty on the Upper West Side. High ceilings, hardwood floors, crown moldings, 5 closets, marble lobby, 1 block away from the park, 4 blocks away from the subway - what's not to love?

There are many, many things keeping us apart - most importantly, the 6.5' by 9.5' bedroom which B insists is going to drive us crazy. And the October 1 move-in date, which means we'd need to be able to terminate our current lease one month early (not likely). Oh, and then there's the whole packing and moving and painting and changing addresses within 2 weeks madness.

Sigh.