The end of the month will be the one-year mark for me in this current apartment. And I’m not moving any time soon.
Sure, the finish (which I’m pretty sure is paint *facepalm*) is coming off my bathtub, I slammed my finger in the wonky door to the basement laundry room last week because it’s such a pain to get closed, and have I mentioned that my windows might be original to the 1910s building?
But you know what? I keep seeing old rowhouses, or condos in old buildings, for sale that have been renovated, and all the original character has been removed, and that makes me unbelievably sad.
So? I love my wonky-ass apartment, warts and all.
(It also doesn’t hurt that my rent is insanely low for the neighborhood! *fingers crossed it doesn’t go up too much!*)