One of the must-have things that was high on our apartment hunting list when we decided that we were moving back to the city was to find a place with a small outdoor space. Of course on one hand, we subconsciously felt and knew that it was a far-fetched dream and surely we were setting ourselves up for great disappointment (ahem, meaning mainly me) as outdoor spaces in this tight city is almost unheard of, or come with a very hefty price tag. However, it was on our list nonetheless. On the other hand, I was realistic to realize that if we were fortunate enough to find a place with an outdoor space, it would either be one of those Juliet balconies which would give it a French style appeal, which was actually fine with me, as it meant somewhat of an outdoor space or a very tiny balcony - which ultimately was what I hoped for. All I knew was, I wanted at least a little outdoor spot where we could sit out in the mornings to have our hot beverages, and a place to relax in the late afternoon to enjoy wine sipping and pleasurable reading after a long days work while taking in the outdoor air. Imagine our surprise as the agent opened the door to our current apartment, not only to be greeted with an expanse of space flooded with light, but lo and behold - what was staring us right in the face? A balcony! And for New York City, it was even a wee bit bigger than I'd imagine it would be. I think we simultaneously did a little jig on the inside the way we both looked at each other. Ever since we moved in, I've been anxious to turn that little slice of outdoor paradise into a cozy little space to step out on the minute the weather turned nice.