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I'm in the middle of moving apartments. I guess the big move out day technically falls on the 16th, when the bed and couch and dead skin and big stuff gets moved into the new and out of the old. I'm really excited actually. My current apartment is tiny, minuscule and overpriced. Slap the sign 'MIDTOWN' on your property and you automatically have the right to charge people twice the price they would pay on the cusp of a weird area and midtown.
My new place is two streets past Cleveland, next to a temple and behind a black beauty shop. There is a boarding house on the other side. My landlord is the only white dude I've seen in the area. Surprisingly I'm not scared, just worried about my car. There's a dog in the backyard, and I LOVE dogs.
Oh what do you know? Money's in my account and food stamps came in!
If you students haven't gotten on food stamps, oh you should. It's great. If you just claim yourself by paying your own loans or doing work study, you get 200 bucks a month. You can buy NICE food--like good cheese, meat not in a can, a frozen pizza that doesn't say 'party' on it. Despite my political standpoints, I'm in love with food stamps.
Back to the apartment, I just dream too much when change is in the air. During class I'll draw layouts and decorating ideas for each of the rooms (the studio is the only thing that really stumps me. It's not the type of room you can really decorate because so much stuff goes on in it). I check decor blogs and give myself projects (storing some away for the holiday bazaar). On the list is a special place for my cat to sit in the window. She can't see out of the windows in the old apartment because of the blinds and the lack of furniture underneath them--but I'll make a window bench just for her and let her look out on the street at some wandering crackhead. "It's okay, low rent and over 900 square feet is worth it."
My new place is two streets past Cleveland, next to a temple and behind a black beauty shop. There is a boarding house on the other side. My landlord is the only white dude I've seen in the area. Surprisingly I'm not scared, just worried about my car. There's a dog in the backyard, and I LOVE dogs.
Oh what do you know? Money's in my account and food stamps came in!
If you students haven't gotten on food stamps, oh you should. It's great. If you just claim yourself by paying your own loans or doing work study, you get 200 bucks a month. You can buy NICE food--like good cheese, meat not in a can, a frozen pizza that doesn't say 'party' on it. Despite my political standpoints, I'm in love with food stamps.
Back to the apartment, I just dream too much when change is in the air. During class I'll draw layouts and decorating ideas for each of the rooms (the studio is the only thing that really stumps me. It's not the type of room you can really decorate because so much stuff goes on in it). I check decor blogs and give myself projects (storing some away for the holiday bazaar). On the list is a special place for my cat to sit in the window. She can't see out of the windows in the old apartment because of the blinds and the lack of furniture underneath them--but I'll make a window bench just for her and let her look out on the street at some wandering crackhead. "It's okay, low rent and over 900 square feet is worth it."