The Next Step

He was looking for an apartment. And in the characteristic long gap between blog posts, he found one. Then he got sick of referring to himself in the third person.

We got a place just a block south of Comm ave in Allston, and a short walk from the 65 and 66 buses that can take us to the 39 bus along huntington that can take us to northeastern. Get all that? It’s got three bedrooms, so I’ll have a room of my own for the first time since I moved out of home. Wow. That didn’t even occur to me until just now.

So lately work has been crazy and even more people are quitting. Seems like about every week we lose somebody else. It’s a little scary because people are quitting faster than they can be replaced. What happens when all the developers with the option to quit are gone? I guess I could ask for a raise at that point.

I need some new DDR pads.

I would love my life. Basically, our landlord is selling our unit because he can’t make as much rent money off it as he wants to, because the building inspector won’t let him put in a third bedroom. Which leads me to believe that even if he had kept the bedroom, he would have jacked our rent up in September higher than we could afford anyway. UNFORTUNATELY this leaves us looking for a new place in September. You know September, that month when everybody in the universe is searching for an apartment in Boston. Seriously. When we wanted to rent a place for January, we couldn’t even really start looking until a couple of months before. This time, there are like a million places already listed. And they get rented out by other people in like five seconds. Stupid people. When I graduate I’m moving to the middle of nowhere.