My sliver of a dining room doubles as my office, but if we’re gonna get industrious here, I guess I don’t really need a focused, efficient space with which to maintain my livelihood. It doesn’t have doors or anything but I bet I could rent it out for at least that much (I mean, last week there was a converted living room in Ingleside going for $1,100 a month) to someone on Craigslist who will very likely murder me in my sleep.
And there you have it.
So yeah, the experiment was a success, I guess. I could actually kinda realistically pay market value for my apartment if it happened, but 1) it sounds like it would be fucking terrible (especially the murder me in my sleep part), and 2) if it comes to it, I won't. I'll move to somewhere more affordable. Like NYC.
Until then though, I'll be over here hugging my landlord.
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