Two down another million to go
Besides m. openly mocking me “Mr. I’ll never move to williamsburg. Mr. I hate everyone there in a 10 mile radius. Look where he is today!” Yeah yeah yeah, dollhouses and jungle gyms. In my case italian pork stores/ real butchers, italian bakeries, and the knowledge I can shake a hipster down for their milk money won me over to Williamsburg.
Today was uneventful. Although I would like the place that I saw if I was just starting out, and the realtor(s) were nice (they really seem to be nice down there I hate to admit). It took me 20 minutes to think that, I don’t want that apartment.
I’m going to end up paying over a grand for less apartment than I have now and for more neighborhood. That’s not happening. This time I’m looking for an apartment for a loooonnggg haul. I plan to die in it you know, so I want it to be nice.
I want my death bed to have more bang per dollar than a regular studio!
