When I was looking for an apartment in Manhattan, my broker was my best friend. Not only did I tour scores of places with him (this was during the pandemic, so I saw him more than anyone else), but when I finally found one, he managed the drama when the seller backed out — twice. My BBFF also spent many hours putting together my application for the co-op board, including strategizing with me about how to present myself, from what to wear to which promises to make.

As a first-time buyer with unpredictable income, I needed lots of support. And it helped that the seller paid his fee — if I’d had to pay him myself, I probably would have been a little less needy. The next time I buy an apartment, however, I may not need so much hand-holding.