As I was writing out my rent check a few days ago, I realized that I've officially lived in my apartment for a year.
I lived just across the street before, so it's not like I had a major location change or anything. But still, I usually start to get antsy after a year or so in one apartment.
I lived just across the street before, so it's not like I had a major location change or anything. But still, I usually start to get antsy after a year or so in one apartment.
That's probably because I typically haven't had great luck with apartments.
The first place I rented on my own was in Silver Spring, Md. It was a studio in a high-rise for a whopping $730 a month. Everything looked nice when I moved in, but soon I was dealing with leaky ceilings that went unfixed and stories of rats from neighbors down the hall. After a year and a half, a new job gave me the chance to escape.
So I moved to the basement of a townhouse in Waldorf, Md. Again, it seemed great going in, but the maintenance was a little lacking and the kitchen was the size of a closet (and there weren't any actual closets).
That's when I headed to York. My first apartment experience wasn't terrible. The place was huge. It turned out to be much more space than my cat and I could take up. There were annoying maintenance issues. But in the meantime, I made great friends across the street and someone moved out of that building.
So that's where I've remained. It's a small, but cozy, one-bedroom, where the landlord hops on maintenance issues as soon as I report them. There's a well-kept courtyard that's great for the summer. And I know all of my neighbors, which is a huge plus.
I'm hoping this is my last apartment. Not because I want to stay there forever, but because I hope I'll own my next living space (insert economy joke here). But, for now, my little corner of the city will do just fine.
The first place I rented on my own was in Silver Spring, Md. It was a studio in a high-rise for a whopping $730 a month. Everything looked nice when I moved in, but soon I was dealing with leaky ceilings that went unfixed and stories of rats from neighbors down the hall. After a year and a half, a new job gave me the chance to escape.
So I moved to the basement of a townhouse in Waldorf, Md. Again, it seemed great going in, but the maintenance was a little lacking and the kitchen was the size of a closet (and there weren't any actual closets).
That's when I headed to York. My first apartment experience wasn't terrible. The place was huge. It turned out to be much more space than my cat and I could take up. There were annoying maintenance issues. But in the meantime, I made great friends across the street and someone moved out of that building.
So that's where I've remained. It's a small, but cozy, one-bedroom, where the landlord hops on maintenance issues as soon as I report them. There's a well-kept courtyard that's great for the summer. And I know all of my neighbors, which is a huge plus.
I'm hoping this is my last apartment. Not because I want to stay there forever, but because I hope I'll own my next living space (insert economy joke here). But, for now, my little corner of the city will do just fine.
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