42 steps from the Street

Today my roommate and I gave our 60 days notice to move out of our current apartment. The one that smells like fish, pretty much all the time.

Can you believe it has been almost two years already?

I mean I remember when I had just moved in! And when I painted! And when I discovered a gas stove could kill me! All very exciting stuff.

I have found a new apartment! It involved a lot of agonizing.... A LOT. Ask Heather, she will inform you, much agonizing occurred.

I had been planning on living alone, but then my friend Emily called and asked if I would be interested in living with her and another girl. I almost said no, right off the bat, as living alone was the big dream. Then she said the glorious words: "laundry in the apartment" !!!! Not downstairs or nothing... but IN THE APARTMENT ITSELF!!!! So I agreed to check out the apartment. It is pretty nice. But very small. But in a great location! And has a doorman! And a gym! AND LAUNDRY IN THE APARTMENT.

After much agonizing (seriously, the amount of agonizing cannot be over emphasized, in fact any over emphasis would still be a huge underemphasis) and number crunching (two budgets were created, one where I lived alone and one where I took the apartment, and these budgets were compared to my current budget) I decided to take the apartment.


So the big question is: can I live in a small apartment with two other people and be happy?

"In the end, if you take care
You can be happy or unhappy anywhere"
- Lyrics from a sweet tune by Everything But the Girl