My dream apartment
So I’ve started apartment hunting. Having had the good fortune (or misfortune, depending on which side of the world you’re from) of having lived with family all my life, I finally have decided that I want my own private Idaho. Or my own private cramped-living-quarters, as it were.
My first apartment visit invovled typical keviv-drama: walking through the pouring rain to get to the place, a cute owner-chick who just happened to be a philosophy professor and a decent apartment at the edge of the park I had my first cricket practice in. Being an ardent fan of irony, I should’ve taken the place for its mere location, but I want something closer to the PATH (making those late-night returns from drunken parties less dangerous).
Hopefully I’ll find something within the next month; till then, I can always dream of the gorgeous New York lofts that I probably wont be able to afford till I’m 35 and thinking about good school districts for my kids anyways. The picture above is a new apartment that is being developed at the pinnacle of the 1915 ClockTower building.
For someone who is perpetually late for EVERYTHING, wouldn’t it be funny if I ended up miraculously living in a home surrounded by giant clock faces on all four sides?! Now THAT my friends, would be pure, unadulterated irony.
