all i want in the whole wide world is in-unit laundry.
that, to me, is the height of luxury. it signifies comfort, class. it’s the american dream.
my neighbors in dc were absolute animals, taking my wet clothes out of the washer if they wanted to use it. and we were adults! with incomes! that’s tearing at the fabric of the social order. i can’t go through that again.
then there’s the question of precisely what kind of apartment would be ideal.
a loft would be cool. you can observe your five-hundred-square-foot kingdom from your little perch and descend down the stairs in a fuzzy blanket. i’d also like a bungalow. i found this place in la that’s twenty minutes from the beach and has a hammock and a little garden—paradise. admittedly, it doesn’t have an oven but that’s what in n out is for.
granted, i could actually start learning how to cook, but who knows. i had a proper kitchen in dc and have one here in phoenix, but i’d just as soon rather pay for my food than try to put it together myself. like jerry seinfeld, i have my standard six boxes of cereal, and maybe some, like, grapefruit juice or something, but my fridge and pantry are sorry sights.
what i would really need is a tv, ‘cause hockey and sitcoms, and a decent view, because all my apartments have stared into other apartments, which was a bizzare way to live.
but it’s so hard to tell what works when you’re hunting. in dc, i lived in an apartment that was technically a hotel room, and i could not have predicted what that was gonna look like at all. the highs were highs— maid service and all that— and the lows were lows— a gaggle of french schoolkids touring our nation’s capital who were not hip to the idea of shutting a door quietly.
with la, too, it’s tricky. you have to really think about what your life is gonna look like, which is hard to conceptualize.
would i maybe want a cat in the future? i don’t know. would i need insurance if i got a pool table? who’s to say.
you also gotta feign interest during tours, which is agonizing, asking all kinds of questions about the fridge for no reason at all, and the“yeah, i’ll definitely think about it!” as you leave festers into a special kind of guilt. i would simply just like to peruse. in silence.
all that aside, the exciting thing is that you’re there! you’ve made it! it’s really happening.
Very exciting time Rose. What area do you desire to be in?
That's right. When you're there, you did it! You made it there. What area would you like to live in?