Anyone who has dipped their little toe in the New York City real estate scene knows it is less enticing than being drugged and left for dead in Mexico (Arriba!). It's the "death" option in the "Cake or death?" equation.
I have looked at apartments that have ceiling tiles covering the walls for soundproofing, "but don't worry, it's not always this loud." I have looked at an apartment without a kitchen, and an apartment with the kitchen sink in the bathroom. I have looked at apartments with mouse droppings in plain sight and gaping holes in the walls. All of these studios are pushing $2k/month.
And tomorrow, I set out again. I am hoping to find a place I can live for a few years, so I don't have to go through this apartment hunting nonsense again. Somehow, I feel like I'm playing a losing bet against logic.
In an effort to keep me "focused" an "inspired" my friend Felicia sent me the loveliest treat. As my proclivities lean toward the humanitarian, I am sharing her gift with all you who share my near homeless fate.
Happy Hunting!
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