Part of the master plan for my new apartment is to have a loft bed in the main room. You see, while it’s a big apartment – with two porches and a separate kitchen – much of the living will still be done in one room, which has to do double-duty as both bedroom and living room.
Bestie Anna nailed it when she said I needed a loft bed – “to take the bed out of the equation” when you have guests over. (So no one’s uncomfortable asking if it’s alright to sit on it, etc.)
So my friend Ariel swooped in and totally dealt w/ all the Hebronics with this metalworker guy whose shop is across the street from his recording studio. Things took a little longer than I wanted to get set up, but that was primarily b/c I was temporarily chanllenged in the bank account department. (Ah, the joys of freelancing.)
With that all straightened out, it came time to put the bed up. And I must say – what a great job they did! (Except for that part where I turned around for one second and they were drilling holes through the wrong wall! No probs – I did butch drag and plastered that later all by myself!)
It’s not finished yet. The frame was supposed to be made larger than my mattress, so I’d have space to put a lamp, alarmclock condoms, etc. up there. So, Ariel said he’s going to arrange for them to cut and weld a square “night table” shelf to the right side by the head of the bed. Similarly, since the ladder rungs are narrow and hurt my feetsies when I walk up/down it, I want a little “shoe bin” sodered to the top, so I can walk up wearing flip-flops and put them in there when I reach the top.
Here’s some shots of the guys working.
Pete did NOT like it when I climbed up there for the first time. Barked, he did. Here’s his view as I climbed down the first morning after sleeping in it. (Note his evil eyes, as he plots his revenge. Think I’m kidding?)
Except it’s not really “after.” There is soooo much more work to do on the apartment. It’s not even close to finished, and is a total work in progress. But since I’m banging out these first posts in weeks, thematically it makes to give you AFTER since I just gave you BEFORE.
I am having a loft-bed built that will go in the upper right corner of this picture. That will take my bed out of the equation, and I can put my couch and coffee table underneath it and be able to entertain. And my friend Ariel is helping me change light fixtures around the apartment.
But here’s a few quick AFTER shots:
Sometimes I stupidly forget how good God is to me. It’s not enough that I’m blessed w/ the best friends a Scotty could have in America (Eyes, Al, Aim, JR, Tony, Park, Sheila, Karin, Chip, Ell, Babs, Lys, Marko, Justin, Jeffrey G aned many, many more) – but now I can add some of the best people in Israel to my friend list (and not just on Facebook, I mean): Anna, Eric, Leah, Jeremy, Rebecca, Danny, Ariel, Felicia, Nir, Debra, Russell, Liron, Abi, June, and many, many more).
Jeremy, Eric, Rebecca and Leah made moving in so much easier when they came overa few weeks ago and helped me paint three accent walls in my apartment. I had loaded up on supplies at ACE Hardware and we got together (on Shabbat !!) and had ourselves a big ole’ Painting Partay!
I took the boys out to breakfast first, and then we got started on a big wall in the bedroom/living room, painting it chocolate brown. Leah joined us, and boy am I glad she felt really strongly we do a wall in the hallway the same color. Then, we did a wall in the kitchen baby blue. (Actually, when I was deciding among the final custom color choices w/ the paint mixer at ACE, the final deciding factor was the names of the colors. “Expresso Brown” (since I have a client that sells coffee) and “Little Girl Blue,” b/c – well, everyone should have at least one wall painted in that color.
We did the first wall, then broke for lunch. Rebecca joined us, then we returned to bang out the next two walls. Here’s some pics and one video from the day.
Thanks, Besties !!! I love you.
And b/c you were so good, here’s a little bonus vid of Jeremy pulling Becks (daringly shot by me as I rode parallel to them on my own bicycle).
So, besides the shiz I can’t really talk about, there are some other reasons why I’ve decided to move out of my current apartment.
- There is a problem with the roof of this building (I am the top apartment). In the rainy season (Oct-March) it doesn’t leak, but there is a horrific mold problem. Once a month I would have to stand on a stool and mop the ceiling w/ bleach. Apparently this has been going on for three years already. The va’ad beit who upkeeps the building (basically the Super, in US-terms) has been refusing to fix it, saying the problem is with the ceiling and not the roof (he’s not yet been introduced to the concept of gravity), and the landlord has been threatening a lawsuit, and that’s all I’m gonna say. Except that it’s probably not gonna be fixed this summer, so who needs more of that shiz come Oct.
- But the main reason is probably that the landlord is also, ahem, my ex-boyfriend. It’s something I haven’t mentioned before on G-Fish, b/c he’s also, ahem, my boss. Anyway, thank God for him – he gave me a great place to live and meaningful, good employment my first year here, and helped me get established as a new immigrant here in Israel. But now, it is time to move on, and begin the next phase of my life here. And, Wahoo! for that.
So, I started looking. There are four websites with apartment classifieds in Israel – all them are in Hebrew. But, Google Translate extensions have really evolved to the point that w/o even asking, they will translate whole pages for you. Look what I’m talking about:
So, pretty much my first day looking, I found an amazing apartment. I live in a neighborhood called the Old North, and I liken it to the Upper East Side of the NYC. It’s a little quieter, a little more posh. Very me. It’s also adjacent to the biggest park in Tel Aviv – which also has the biggest dog park.
But to stay here, I’d have to downgrade from a 1-bedroom to a studio, and I was fine w/ that. And I got super lucky, because I loved the very first apartment I found. Just around the corner from my current place, this one was even closer to the park! A renovated studio, about 37 sq meters. It wasn’t furnished, which is what I want, b/c I have furniture, including a full size fridge and a washing machine. Ground floor, just inside the entrance. Totes perf.
But the owner jerked me around sideways. First he wanted the entire year’s rent up front, y’know, b/c I’m an immigrant w/ no family in Israel. Never mind two friends of mine here were willing to cosign, and so was my physician father back in America. But I was able to talk them into giving me another chance, but then they bailed when I said I had a dog. No dogs.
So, that place didn’t work out. Then, I found another studio in a very nice area, on a street called Yehuda Macabbi. But it was just too tiny – only 20 sq meters. Renovated and a yard out back I could use, but not even enough room for all my furniture, plus Pete, plus me working from home?
So I wound up finding this place in a great location – a little street off Ben Yehuda, in between Arlozorov & Jabotinsky. A little further south, but still in the neighborhood I like. Further from the dog park, but still walkable there. Plus, super close to the dog beach (which is also the gay beach). Plus it’s HUGE !!!! and dirt cheap. The reason is b/c it’s very old. And I prefer renovated, b/c I am a posh princess. The building is old and will probably be sold and torn down in a few years.
But everyone said the layout is great, and with lighting changes and painting it could be great. Plus, the location can’t be beat, and neither can the price. And so my Hebrew speaking friends, Danny & Ariel came back the next day w/ me and told me I should definitely take it.
So, I did.
We came back the next day and signed the lease. I’m paying on 2500 shekels a month, which is $675 – a total steal. The place has huge ceilings, two porches and a separate kitchen. I had to pay only the first 3 months in advance, so I won’t pay rent again until July (and no real security deposit, just the first three months up front).
Here’s me signing the lease. That’s my va’ad beit (the equivalent in the US would be “the super”), who also acted as the managing agent in the pic w/ me. Now, he is actually really cute. But I swear I don’t have that expression on my face b/c I’m thinking of eating himi alive. I was more really excited to be signing the contract. In Israel, all paperwork is ridiculous amounts, so there were like 10 pages to sign, and he would hand me them one by one, in a little bit of a disorganized fashion when he found the next right page. So, that’s what my look of anticipation is about, lol.
Here’s a few more pics from the day I signed, and then next I’ll do a couple more posts about the apartment.
That’s not a close up of Adam Lambert’s skin you’re lookin at, it’s a shot from my bedroom ceiling. About a month ago, seemingly overnight, I looked up and saw the enchanted forest growing there.
My friend Jeremy took one look and acted like an extra from The Amityville Horror. Get outta the house! he practically screamed. We stopped by ACE Hardware as we took our dogs out for a walk to Tel Aviv’s Old Port. I bought a big roll of plastic tarp to lay across my bed, because I was planning to use my magav (giant Israeli squeegee) to wipe off the mold with bleach, which kills it.
Totes butch of me (though, I’m pretty sure real butch guys don’t use the word totes). It was easy and it worked. No more mold on ceiling.
Doesn’t mean the problem is gone. There’s still probably enough green on the other side of the ceiling to slow climate change, but at least it’s not visible. I was a little afraid that sleeping under it for three weeks was gonna – God forbid – give me cancer or something. You know, doesn’t mold have, like, spores that can get into your lungs and shiz? I saw an episode of CSI once where toxic mold killed killed a guy!
Relax, said my bestie Anna. I’m from the Mold Capital of the World (Tampa, I think), and you are fine. We lived with that shiz for years and would just wipe it off after a big rainstorm. Eric lived with mold in his TLV apartment for two years, and he’s fine. Phew! Thanks, Anna (and take that, Yoda)!
But there’s actually another apartment-related hurdle now, and I really might have to get the fuck out by April – unless I don’t mind having my kitchen removed and having to share Ilana’s. (No, thanks.) So, it looks like it’s Yad2 (the Israeli Craigslist; in Hebrew, greaaaaat), Homeless (more Hebrew, greaaaaat), Win-Win (say with me, Peeps: more Hebrew – greaaaaaaaaaaat), and Madas (rounding out my fuckedness: in Hebrew!) for me. No prob, I’ll just use The Secret and envision myself getting another cheap, renovated, great place in my favorite neighborhood. For real, I will do this. I haven’t started looking yet, but I have started mentioning it in conversations with people at the dog park.