Okay, that makes it unfair to the realtors, especially since we all have access to the exact same information. But hey, it is what it is. I could have said no, but didn't.
I spend about 15 hours researching apartments with this criteria: 4 bedroom, 2-bath, downtown, no more than $8,000/month. The market changes daily. Apartments are listed that have already rented. If it's good it goes quickly. And inventory for this criteria is low.
On Saturday my friend and I go to see two apartments because the boys can't make it. We fall in love with one. It's perfect. Duplex. Outdoor space. All rooms good sized. Ideal location. Totally renovated.
But the boys cannot see it until Wednesday. By then it's gone.
I spend the afternoon with my friend and 3 of the 4 boys. We see three apartments. One's a dump. The second is perfect, but rented that morning. The third is near perfect. Gut renovated. Great Chelsea location. French doors. Tall ceilings. Three huge bedrooms. But one teeny tiny one. The boys pass.
Today the boys go out with a second broker. I continue to research. One of the apartments they see is in the West Village. This was not one of the neighborhoods I was told to research. I should have. My friend saw it and thought it wasn't nearly as nice as the one I showed them. Three of the bedrooms have no windows. Even still...
At 9:30 tonight, after my emailing the boys a second time regarding two more apartments that just came up, one responds:
Hi Lyn,
We really appreciate your help on Wednesday with the apartment search. Today we fortunately found a place on West 14th street that we're really excited about, and put down a deposit so we're going to move in that direction. Thanks for all your help and wishing you best of luck
Thanks,
E
Two afternoons running around the city. Hours of research and phone calls. Multiple texts. And over one hundred (literally) back and forth emails.
The end result? Nada.
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