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At least one part of my life is falling into place

And thank goodness because recently, most of my brain power has been consumed by uncertainty and a need to make decisions.

I’m not completely in the clear, but I have found a new place to live. Obviously I’m not going to post a link to the apartment description and announce to the world where I live. But I will say that I’m staying in Williamsburg – yay!

Weird fact: I ultimately chose between two finalists upon deciding I couldn’t live with this oddly broken-up closet.

closetThe bad news about finding a new home is that rents are super high so I need you guys to click an ad banner or use a referral link tout suite.

In case you’re curious, here are a few places I considered during the hunt.

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NYC real estate in a nutshell

While doing some comparison shopping, I came across this bit of hilarity.

Pauper.jpg

How many paupers do you know that can spend close to $3000 on monthly rent?

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A real pauper would instead consider this room in Nolita which is gently priced at $395 per month. Of course, it’s also disgusting.

Gross apartment

Now you see how I keep coming back to the I’m Staying Put conclusion.

Time to put away childish things

Me, quoting the Bible? I KNOW.

But it’s the only appropriate phrase I could come up with for this post.

In recent years, I have been blessed [ha!] with great storage space, much more than is normal for city life. These are two of my four closets in my present apartment.

The issue is that I have expanded to fill the space, all while doing a bit of unfortunate expanding myself. Stupid thirties. As a result, I have too many pairs of expensive jeans that no longer fit occupying under-the-bed boxes stashed in various parts of my apartment. The closets are full.

I hung onto the jeans, figuring I’d get my act together and lose the weight.

Here’s the thing: I neglected to account for the fact that as I inch closer to forty, low-rise jeans would be the last damn thing I wanted to wear. It’s hard to remember how or why I ever wore jeans with a six or seven inch rise. Also, some of the jeans are white.

Those days are over. Good riddance, youth.

[PS If you’re young, thinner than me and might want to buy some Citizens of Humanity and 7 for All Mankind jeans cheap, email BadChicklette at Gmail]

Why people eat in chain restaurants

This is a soapbox post. Some of you won’t like it.

For the most part, I’m anti-chain.

When I can help it, I don’t frequent restaurants with menus so large that you know some of the food has to be pre-cooked/probably frozen/off the back of a Sysco truck.

I like authenticity, not ‘let’s take the fettucine alfredo & add a fried chicken breast stuffed with more cheese & ham.” By the way, how is a dish with 74 grams of fat ok? I’m looking at you, Olive Garden ‘Tour of Italy.’

I enjoy food prepared and served by local people, not corporations.

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