Eighteen months ago, a random fire consumed my one-bedroom apartment in Manhattan’s West Village. Thankfully, I wasn’t home; a blogging side gig had taken me to upstate New York.
Afterwards, I felt the need to more concretely plot my next step. Though I had traveled the world alone, been bungee jumping, and crashed a wedding, I didn’t know that the next milestone of my journey toward real adulthood would feel like my most exhilarating move.
It would involve house-hunting—and going from a temporary, two-bedroom duplex to buying a 350-square-foot studio in a co-op building in New York City. Here’s what I learned—and what I wish I’d known before I embarked on this adventure.
Illustrations by Cécile Gariépy.