Hello!
It's been an interesting summer, for sure.
Many of you know that I have spent the last 3 years living in a tiny studio apartment. It's been hell for me. My hovel was a single 500 square foot room nestled above a Chinese restaurant. The building is attached to one of the venues I work in regularly.
I fucking hated it.
My apartment windows opened to an alley behind the restaurant. My view was a massive brick wall. Two giant kitchen exhaust fans lived just under my windows, loudly spinning and spitting grease from 10am to 10pm every day. There were bugs everywhere. The Guatemalans across the hall frequently lit their kitchen on fire and even more frequently were arrested for harboring illegals.
During Christmas 2009 the building became infested with bed bugs.
It was fucking hell. My landlord was an Indian man who spoke zero English. His maintenance guy/ building manager was an Israeli who spoke a bit more English. Communication was terribly difficult. The maintenance staff would frequently walk right in my door at 8am to "check the power box" or "fight the buggies."
It's important to remember: my front door is actually my bedroom door. Have you ever had strange Israelis walk into your bedroom with tools at 8am? It can get interesting when you sleep with a shotgun next to your bed...
Earlier this summer I was given a letter stating my rent would increase to over $700. I was done.
And then I found paradise.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my new home:
Oh yeah, and my birthday was last week. Nothing happened. I was too busy moving into paradise!
<3
It's been an interesting summer, for sure.
Many of you know that I have spent the last 3 years living in a tiny studio apartment. It's been hell for me. My hovel was a single 500 square foot room nestled above a Chinese restaurant. The building is attached to one of the venues I work in regularly.
I fucking hated it.
My apartment windows opened to an alley behind the restaurant. My view was a massive brick wall. Two giant kitchen exhaust fans lived just under my windows, loudly spinning and spitting grease from 10am to 10pm every day. There were bugs everywhere. The Guatemalans across the hall frequently lit their kitchen on fire and even more frequently were arrested for harboring illegals.
During Christmas 2009 the building became infested with bed bugs.
It was fucking hell. My landlord was an Indian man who spoke zero English. His maintenance guy/ building manager was an Israeli who spoke a bit more English. Communication was terribly difficult. The maintenance staff would frequently walk right in my door at 8am to "check the power box" or "fight the buggies."
It's important to remember: my front door is actually my bedroom door. Have you ever had strange Israelis walk into your bedroom with tools at 8am? It can get interesting when you sleep with a shotgun next to your bed...
Earlier this summer I was given a letter stating my rent would increase to over $700. I was done.
And then I found paradise.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my new home:
Oh yeah, and my birthday was last week. Nothing happened. I was too busy moving into paradise!
<3
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adelayde:
Very nice. I can't wait to come visit!
dearambellina:
Beautiful place. Good for you! City living can be really rough.