The local Farm produce starting to look fabulous right about now. I’ve been enjoying cooking at home and country life immensely. I am however obsessed with finding us a new apartment in New York City. As you know, I’ve been primarily at The Country House since I returned from Michigan last Summer. Originally, the plan was to spend Monday and Tuesday in NYC – Tuesday and Wednesday night in the Country – Thursday and Friday in New York. We’d basically have two nights in the City (Monday and Thursday) and enjoy both midweek and weekends in Northwest Connecticut.I have come to realize that plan had flaws from the start. I was completely wasted after being in the hospital in August, and far too emotional after my dad’s passing to keep up at that pace. It just felt better to recuperate in one spot, surrounded by nature. I started regaining my energy, and then ‘the plan’ really fell apart. We finally made the leap to get a puppy and only then realized that the apartment building we were staying in didn’t allow dogs! At first, it didn’t matter much since I opted to keep Tauren Poodle in Connecticut until he had all of this shots.It’s only the last two months that I have really wished I could be in the City, but can not do it unless I am forward thinking and arrange to get a doggy-sitter. There are certain occasions that call for such tip-top schedule organization. Like last month for instance: I had an awesome opportunity where I was able to meet the one and only, Martha Stewart. Totally a dog-sitter, NYC jaunt-worthy event.Martha wrote the foreward to my friend Ronda Rice Carman‘s book, Designers at Home: Reflections on Stylish Living. A few weeks ago, Martha threw the launch party for the book at her headquarters in West Chelsea. Unfortunately, when Martha said “Hello, I’m Martha.” as she shook my hand, I was like a deer in headlights and didn’t handle it as well as I could have. The only words I could get out were my name and that I thought she was throwing a lovely party. It was hardly an impressive or memorable meeting for Martha Stewart, I assure you. And – oh by golly – Ronda is certainly one of the most generous and kind blogger-turned-authors out there. She was incredibly sweet to mention and thank many folks from the blogging community in her beautiful design book. I couldn’t have been more touched when I learned that I was one of those people she mentioned. (Seriously Ronda, thank YOU. xo!) So incredible, eh? And only in New York City.Now, back to our apartment hunt! The Mr has been very good about getting up to the country midweek, but it’s still hard to not see each other Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. He doesn’t cook for himself after a long day at the office and has eaten more carry-out burritos in the last nine months than any one person should actually admit to. I try to feed him well on Wednesday’s and on the weekend, but it is not quite the same as sharing a home cooked meal each night. Not to mention, it’s just better to say good morning and good night in person!Even though keeping two lives, two closets, and two kitchen pantries organized is completely frustrating for me – streeteasy.com has been an open window 24-7 on my computer lately. We don’t need anything too crazy. Our entire life and all of our stuff remains in the country. What we need a clean bathroom, a functional kitchen and a place to rest our heads at night. Heck, we’re not even married to having a real bedroom! (This one below isn’t any bigger than the Master Bedroom addition that we were planning.) After getting a feel for how crazy the rental market is right now – we realized it might make sense to buy a place rather than to try and rent what we want. I am by no means saying the NYC real estate market is a cake walk. After reading this thread on streeteasy, all I can say is…yikes! If we go the route of buying a place, that means the ideas we have about adding a master suite or a party barn in the country get pushed to the back burner. Maybe someday, but not until after we get ourselves sorted out in New York City.It’s so much fun for me to search online for apartments. I see how people live, check out their collections, look at what they selected for their kitchen finishes and bathroom fixtures, and most of all I like to think about tweaking the floor plans for the better. I love dream decorating them and figuring out how I might add value to the space with a new kitchen, a renovated bathroom, or both! Ideally we’ll find a fixer-upper. I also absolutely love the act of ‘doing-up’ a space that suits our personality and style. Preferably, we’ll find a condo. It would be nice to not have to go through the humiliating experience of a co-op application again. I’ve done it twice before. Once in ’99 and again in ’06. And while co-op’s are generally less money than condos, it makes you absolutely loathe your new neighbors before you move in for having the audacity to judge you like that. Co-op’s practically ask for your first born child in the application process. Not to mention, when it comes time to sell your home, you then have to put the purchaser of your apartment through the same drama. Buying a place is a big enough stress, you know? You get through the mortgage, the appraisal, and then you also have to get the board to approve the buyer. If the worst thing happens and your neighbors reject your buyer, it’s possible to reach a whole new level of animosity with your “lovely” neighbors. This happened to me when I left West 12th Street. I wanted out so bad I could scream. I also seem to recall when we sold the loft both of us said “Co-op, NEVER AGAIN!” Ah, how quickly we forget… And clearly, we’ll have to find a building that is happy to have our dog. After reading an article about NYC apartment dwellers cutting their dog’s vocal chords (We would never do that to our sweet pup. I’d hire a dog sitter over and over again before I submit him to such things.) and another one about what people go through to get their dog accepted by the coop board – I’m kidding myself if I say finding an apartment will be easy. Our Poodle couldn’t be better behaved. It’s his size that will prove to be a challenge, as many buildings don’t let dogs over 25lbs into their buildings.We’ve already seen a few places in person, and have another scheduled for Thursday before I head to Michigan to see my mom. Who knows, there could be a NYC renovation in the works before you know it!