Home Hunting

Craigslist is a super incredible apparatus for folks like me looking for things, like a new home. Hundreds of listings, of absolutely everything. From random hookups to secondhand mattresses.

I've been looking for a new home here in my new city for a week now. Lots of places, but moving to a new city is daunting and not knowing the various neighborhoods could easily hamper you. So I looked at a few, decided on two, paid a deposit on one. THIS one. Lots of space. Super cool. Very artsy. Some would even say pretentious. To them I say, jealousy is ugly and so are you!

Yes avid readers, I shall be moving into a loft. High ceilings, concrete floors, and a sketchy-as-hell neighborhood. Which is okay. It's okay because I don't plan to walk the streets like a hooker. No, I plan to spend time in my super-sized home with expose brick and a staircase that leads directly to the roof. A private roof I'll have you know! A roof from where I have a view of downtown. Okay so it's not the greatest view on earth, but I can see it.

So, this neighborhood, they say several years ago the place was littered with crack houses. Wonderful. Then the giant street sweeper came in and blew them all away. But just because the crack houses have disappeared doesn't mean the crack heads have! I met one or two of these savory characters last night when I went to pay my deposit. Scared the crap out of me. But luckily the bus stops right outside my building - which will have new stainless steel doors by the time I move in. Designed to keep the riff raff out. Now don't get me wrong, I don't dislike the riff raff. It's just that they, um, unnerve me. And being someone who refers to remain fully intact, I don't necessarily like to be unnerved.

Perhaps if I pack a weapon in m laptop bag!