Tagged: apartment

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what I will miss: my perch

Right at the top up there in the middle. That’s me! The (current) lair of the urban bohemian. After getting out of that horrible roommate experience 5 years ago, I was really kinda lost. I’d already given up my car...

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what I won’t miss: trash

I thought I might have a “what I will miss” entry before another of these, but having taken the day off work to try and get a handle on the clutter and pack some more items, this is really grinding...

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moving: bait & switch?

It’s not another craigslist spam story, that’s something right? It is, however, a story of a legitimate ad that was still useless! After returning from errands, I fired up the ol’ browser. For some reason I still have faith that...

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moving: Spam, Spam, Baked Beans…

I really thought I was done with the series of moving-related spam posts this week* but clearly not. But it’s Friday, so let’s lighten the mood first off: Salsus told me that I’d mentioned spam far too often not to...

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moving: Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam…

I know that craigslist is supposed to be the savior of apartment hunters, but I swear it’s giving me a headache.* I can deal with ads for apartments out of my price range, even one in my own building for...

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time: thirty-something

In roughly thirty-something days, I’ll be turning a new thirty-something of my own. Freakouts have already begun about this. You can’t help but evaluate your life, where you are, where you thought you’d be. I see myself as getting too...

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moving: what, me worry?

Have I mentioned yet how much I hate this process? Last night I declared a break on packing and enjoyed some television and light house chores. It was a bit impossible not to do a little move-based work; but it...

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in DC: desperately seeking an apartment

All good things come to an end, I suppose. After a nice 5 year or so run in my current apartment, all signs are pointing to my needing to find a new place to live. Considering that my lease becomes...

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random: ow ow ow ow, we hate you, ow ow ow!

That would be the dialogue from my feet and legs after coming in from a friggin’ fantastic Happy Hour & Dinner with fun DC bloggers Gilahi, lacochran to say farewell to J.M. Tewkesbury* at Busboys and Poets and finding out...