Imagine the title exclaimed in my best Brian Drummond impersonation.
So yesterday I officially signed the lease on the apartment. It’s a pretty nice place, more than reasonable for the price. For $800 a month, I (Well, Jess and I, but since technically it’s only my name on the lease, it’s “Me and any one other person I want” in the strictest legal sense) get a 2-bedroom, 1.5 bathroom apartment with an alley kitchen and a living room. It’s in the downstairs area of the place (I suppose “basement” is the technical term), so it’s a bit cheaper, and should theoretically stay a bit cooler in the summer. The best part is that it’s a practically-across-the-country 1.1 miles from my workplace. In other words, as everyone around me complains about rising gas prices, I can shrug and say “Don’t blame me, I walk to work….” (Yes, this is actually my plan).
The downsides? Well, I’ll have to get a PO Box, because the address is undeliverable by the Post Office. That’s no big deal, as there are a couple within a short distance of the place, and I was actually considering doing that anyway to have a safe mailing address for The Six Day Exile orders. The only other real one is that, being within walking distance from work, inclement weather will no longer be a convenient excuse to miss the occasional day of work in the winter.
Overall, I think the good outweighs the bad.