After three solid weeks of trudging up and down the east side of Manhattan searching for the perfect apartment, my friend and I finally found a place we can call home. And with glossy wood floors, a 13-foot ceiling, and an unobstructed view of the Chrysler building, we couldn’t be happier.
Once the thick lease agreement was read and signed by all parties, a whirl of exciting questions erupted: How will we decorate our new pad? What color scheme will we use in the living room? What theme do we want for the bathroom? Do we want to repaint the bedrooms?
It turns out there is a...