@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose
Or the stink pods aka female ginkgo fruit. NOOOoooooOoOooooooooOoo dirty vagina smell EVERYWHERE.
holy shit, that's a hard 16.
@cmf406 oh man. But what a party trick it is, dissecting one's own belly button lint until it is but an accumulation of quarks.
Thats because it is.
duh duh DUHHHHHH.
(I believe we would crash into it if we were that close)
I totally logged in just to "like" that photo.
I currently live in an, ahem, garden level apartment (half basement) and actually love it. I don't even have the garden part, just the front part. Ceilings are a wee low, but I have nice can lights and can't hear (much) of upstairs. It's on a pretty block and what I can see past the trashcans is beautiful. Plus, it's nice and cool. I went from living in an apt that had so much light that it sometimes felt like you were between the lampshade and the bulb, and I actually find the dimness a bit comforting.
Nah. I love it. I mean, like any city, it has its... positives and negatives. I couldn't do what I do (somewhat boundary-pushing urban architecture) anywhere else. I probably wouldn't have the weirdo assortment of friends I do. Ugh, I'd have to get a car. Wouldn't have the opportunity to drunkenly make out with a rando on the subway platform because there were construction delays and we were bored. (what? he looked clean.) Summer Staaaaaage.
Obvs there are eleventy billion reasons to love this city, it's just a few of the major factors are total bummers. But they don't have to be. Or at least, you adjust your expectations. Which is maybe a sign you have been here too long and should get out. But maybe not. Everyone has their priorities in life and sacrifices others to fulfill them. For me, this city works, mostly. But there are times when I cry and bitch and moan that this city is the worst and who do I think I am spending all of this money to live here? I am going to die alone and bankrupt! One of those grannies with roommates! But pfft. The opportunities I have here can't be replicated anywhere else, really, and for that it's worth it.
Oh man. These were all of the places I saw when apartment hunting. You want $1800 for this rat-infested (I hear the screeeetches) dirthole in no-man's-land between Clinton Hill and Hasidic Williamsburg? 'Scuzi? Or on this block in Bed-Stuy that isn't the charming part, and on which someone was recently shot? With the "refinished" floors where you just poured shiny (?) sealant over them, sealing in dirt and all?
When I finally saw my apartment I cried and hugged the landlord. UNICORNS DO EXIST. Even real estate unicorns in New York.