1st Trip to Ikea, Brooklyn

So what with trying to find a new apartment and all, and said apartments being most likely studios, and not that there’s anything wrong with that because we like studios, because we don’t like superfluous interior walls, because we like, large (or rather not too large), open spaces, because we prefer small but well laid out and apportioned to large and pointless, because we want to live in Manhattan also and don’t want to spend a fortune, I spent a goodly bit of time on SketchUp laying out our possible, future apartment, again. It’s actually turned out to most likely be our current apartment, or the one 2 doors down (Kryptonite?), so this layout is a little out of date, but here it is, never the less. It actually also anticipates some renovations we’re thinking of doing, specifically, removing some more of the superfluous interior walls and this massive column of a closet that we think would be much better suited as a kitchen bar. Layout away!

Possible new apartment

Our current apartment, post renovations, laid out with the exact furniture as picked out from Ikea, missing some stuff in the kitchen

I took some rather painstaking measurements to make sure everything was exact as possible, and where necessary, I rounded the apartment measurements down and the furniture measurements up. Lofting the bed is proving to be essential, but hey, small price to pay for everything to be exactly as it should be. Obviously, nothing’s a done deal yet, the trigger has not been pulled, but hey, at least there are ideas brewing.

But the point of the post, as can be guessed from the title, is more about the trip to the Ikea that preceded the generation of the above layout, where Maria and I spent close to 6 hours (!) wandering around, looking at everything again and again, making sure we liked all the pieces, and if we didn’t, chose new ones, and mentally marked down all the little stuff like dishes and silverware and glasses that we’d need to ultimately get. The trip, was also spectacular.

So before, the closest Ikea was in New Jersey, one very expensive toll ride away across the George Washington Bridge. And I don’t know when, but it was a supposed God send when one finally opened up in New York City, though Manhattan proper being choked for space as it is, it opened in Brooklyn. This reminds me that I gotta look up some more information about the Port of New York because Maria and I listened to this fascinating MCLE CD regarding draige (?) trucks… The point though, God send or not, because ya know, Brooklyn’s not all that convenient, especially by car, though cheaper sans the toll, but there’s this fancy Water Taxi that will take you right to the Ikea, leaving from Pier 11 in the Financial District.

We had been planning to be down there anyways, because we were going to sign a lease on an apartment we later decided we don’t want (heh). It was also Restaurant Week and we had a late lunch reservation at Les Halles, French for “The Halls” apparently, unpronounceable, but excellent and I suggest everyone go because the food was very, very good, in that old world kind of way. We knew which Water Taxi we wanted to take, time wise that is, and we were making good time until we decided to finish the entire French Press worth of coffee and walked up to Pier 11 just as the boat was leaving. Pier 11, incidentally, is just south of South Street Sea Port, where Wall St. hits the water. But this gave us some time to wander around, snap some photos. We also walked to South Street Sea Port, where Maria had never been before and we’ll need to go again and actually see their wares, wandered the piers that were under construction, saw a whole bunch of rather menacing looking seagulls all lined up one after the other, kinda like the end of the movie The Birds where the birds are just watching the people as they make their escape, wondered at the people who had boat rides as their commute, how that must be and all, and caught the next one.

I was quite giddy, ’cause I love boats, and really anything to do with boats, and the water was very choppy, and it was very cold and grey and just, beautiful in that sort of way. The ride took longer than I thought, and we ended up right in front of the Ikea, surrounded on most sides by sea ports (hence the reminder to look up the Port of New York, don’t forget!). I really like those broken down, decrepit looking piers that have been abandoned yet still juts out into the ocean. I like the industry behind it.

Either way, Ikea itself was as I had mentioned earlier: 6 hours long, saw everything at least twice, ate Swedish meatballs. Photos!

Incidentally, the photos are out of order because we took them on Maria’s camera and it wouldn’t sync with my computer so I couldn’t upload them from my computer so I had to download them from Facebook where Maria had uploaded them but they’re ordered and named weirdly on there so there’s really just…no easy way. Pardon the disarray.


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