Here it is: the floor plan. It may not seem like much space, but trust me, this place seems down right palatial compared to my mini-apartment in the West Village. (However, that said, when I was in the upstairs version of my apartment last night, I realized that I have been mildly delusional about how much larger my living room will be when I take out that dopey closet.) That’s right, the closet in the living room is the first thing to go. I have no idea what someone was thinking when they put it in, in the first place.