i'm just looking.
At my mom's request, I went and looked at a condo yesterday. The suggestion has been that my parents buy a condo in the city and rent it out to me. Now, this is scary on two fronts.
Front #1: the condo is in Wrigleyville. I don't want to live in Wrigleyville. The fifty thousand bars that line Clark Street only two blocks away are full of yuppies, jocks and sports freaks constantly. Just think of the crowds and noise during Cubs games! After Bottom Lounge closes, the only music venue I'll be in walking distance of worth going to will be the Metro, and though I'll go there, we all know how I feel about the Metro. The Empty Bottle remains my favorite, and I'd miss being three blocks aways from it.1
Front #2: The idea has occurred to me to just buy the condo myself. Though it'd be a bit of a risk during my current unemployment period, it may actually be possible, and what's life without risks? Yet, actually owning property? Am I ready for the ultimate goal of the American Dream? Am I responsible enough? Could I actually break through into that stage of adulthood? I mean, this goes way over and above opening up a money market account. Which I've done.
What's even worse is that the apartment, I'm sorry, condominium, is awesome. It has everything; it's like the height of modern conveniences. Rent for this unit would have to be like three times what I'm paying now, and yet, it's my parents, so I could totally bargain them down, right? But, but, but - I won't move to Wrigleyville! I can't! I WON'T, I WON'T, I WON'T! What you can't see right now is me getting down on the floor kicking and screaming and throwing a good old fashioned tantrum. I WON'T DO IT! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME LIVE IN WRIGLEYVILLE!
Really, my mom and I have to sit down and talk about the wonders of Wicker Park. I hear it's up and coming. I hear there's going to be a Banana Republic there soon, once they find another music venue to crush. She likes Banana Republic, right?
1Note to stalkers: your possibilities have just been limited to an 18 square block area. I excluded everything west of Western since it's common knowledge I live in Ukrainian Village.
listening to: Arcade Fire, TV on the Radio. Really. Go there. Download it. Listen.
in my sink: more of the same.
Front #1: the condo is in Wrigleyville. I don't want to live in Wrigleyville. The fifty thousand bars that line Clark Street only two blocks away are full of yuppies, jocks and sports freaks constantly. Just think of the crowds and noise during Cubs games! After Bottom Lounge closes, the only music venue I'll be in walking distance of worth going to will be the Metro, and though I'll go there, we all know how I feel about the Metro. The Empty Bottle remains my favorite, and I'd miss being three blocks aways from it.1
Front #2: The idea has occurred to me to just buy the condo myself. Though it'd be a bit of a risk during my current unemployment period, it may actually be possible, and what's life without risks? Yet, actually owning property? Am I ready for the ultimate goal of the American Dream? Am I responsible enough? Could I actually break through into that stage of adulthood? I mean, this goes way over and above opening up a money market account. Which I've done.
What's even worse is that the apartment, I'm sorry, condominium, is awesome. It has everything; it's like the height of modern conveniences. Rent for this unit would have to be like three times what I'm paying now, and yet, it's my parents, so I could totally bargain them down, right? But, but, but - I won't move to Wrigleyville! I can't! I WON'T, I WON'T, I WON'T! What you can't see right now is me getting down on the floor kicking and screaming and throwing a good old fashioned tantrum. I WON'T DO IT! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME LIVE IN WRIGLEYVILLE!
Really, my mom and I have to sit down and talk about the wonders of Wicker Park. I hear it's up and coming. I hear there's going to be a Banana Republic there soon, once they find another music venue to crush. She likes Banana Republic, right?
1Note to stalkers: your possibilities have just been limited to an 18 square block area. I excluded everything west of Western since it's common knowledge I live in Ukrainian Village.
listening to: Arcade Fire, TV on the Radio. Really. Go there. Download it. Listen.
in my sink: more of the same.
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