Been looking for a new spot to move to, and it's proving to be much more difficult than I'd originally anticipated. Not that there's a shortage of places to rent; if anything it's ridiculous how many people are renting out, their own houses even.
But I suddenly remembered that I'm a grown-ass man and should have a spot of my own. I've had roommates for the longest and they always find a way to piss a brother off, especially when it comes to keeping the kitchen and bathroom clean. MD [Mama d®] was militant about keeping the bathroom & kitchen clean, and those values were hard-wired into my system.
[Speaking of, I asked MD the other day what she thought about my bro's Subaru and she was like:
"Ona ndiui arutire ngari io ku. Iri inegene ma! Igambaga ta kibikibi."]
While flipping through apartment guides and Craigslist one afternoon I was so [unpleasantly] surprised I almost gave up my lunch - apartments in the DC area don't come cheap. Holy sh*t, I'm talking about, on average, $900 a month! I was expecting it to be a "more reasonable" $750-ish, coz utilities gotta be paid for too, but nuh-uh. Can a brother get a break? It's good to have a friend who's a bean-counter tho, coz it's apparent I'll have to trim the fat off my already slender budget.
Of course it's all about location, location, location. The closer you are to downtown the pricier everything is, and that progression isn't exactly linear. Finding the right balance between location and affordability is turning out to be a black art of sorts. *sigh* If only I liked apartment-shopping as much as I do shopping for electronic gizmos!
Which reminds me: It's about that time of year - I need to get rid of lots of novels that have been stacking up, and which I'll never read again. Anyone stateside want them or better yet, wants to trade? I'll take a pic showing the titles soon as I get the camera back.
Hip-Hop verse of the day:
"Yeah, I want things to go my way
But as of late a lot of sh*t been going sideways
And my mother tried to run away from home
But I left something in the car so I caught her in the driveway
And she cried to me, so I cried too
And my stomach was soaking wet, she only 5′2"..."
Drake in Successful