The Downside of Living in Manhattan

I began my apartment search in earnest today, and was in for a big reality check. I walked into a broker's office this afternoon to inquire about two bedroom apartments on the Upper West Side. I wasn't really planning to see any apartments today, but they said they had a few I could see this afternoon. I ended up seeing four apartments. It was a sad, depressing experience. All four apartments have one bedroom, and cost more than we were hoping to spend on a two bedroom apartment. It wouldn't have been so bad if they had been nice apartments, but they weren't. Two of the apartments had kitchens the size of a hotel kitchenette. I'm talking a mini fridge and a two burner stove on one wall of the living room. Another was somehow classified as a one bedroom, but I'm not sure why, because the bedroom opened up into the living room with no door, and the "bedroom" area had no windows. Another apartment, while otherwise nice, had a bedroom so small that we'd have to position our queen size bed sideways against the wall for it to fit. Ugh! I should have taken some pictures, but I was in too much shock to remember. I shouldn't have gone in alone. I needed moral support. Joe had class this afternoon. I think it was made worse by the fact that I was imagining bringing our (unborn, yet to be conceived) baby home there. It made me very sad. I'm praying that Thursday goes better. I'm going to see more apartments and a friend is going to come with me. I'm trying to stay positive!