I paid $400 a month for a similar apartment--mouse infested, bath in the kitchen, tiny bedroom--up in Hell's Kitchen in the late '80s. Pre-pandemic, I took my husband to see the building. The dumpster was still in the courtyard, and there were torn curtains in the windows. "Talk about squalid," he said. It hadn't changed much since I lived there, but I'm sure the rents are outrageous and rats still congregate under the dumpster.
Oh, yeah. I had so many mice and roaches. Especially when they were renovating adjacent apartments as they destabilized them for new tenants. If you really want a kick in the pants, search your apartment and the street address and see what it's going for or the current tenant is paying. Usually you can find it on StreetEasy.
Oh, wow! I was stressed most of the time I lived in the city. (Come to think of it, when have I not been stressed?) I manage to be nostalgic even for hard times...
It was really refreshing to see someone else explain how the drinking age was raised on them... twice. With no grandfather clause. People kind of don't believe me when I tell them how I as an April birthday, I was legal for a summer and as semester of sophomore year in college and then I wasn't when the New Year rang in. I also didn't care about the drinking, I just wanted to be able to have that third space and be able to go out and dance and hear music. What a peculiar elite club we belong to!
Yes! A very particular distinction among a small subset of Gen X in NY State. It made it hard for a dork like me to have any semblance of a social life. Lol.
Hey Sari's amygdala - chill out! Let her sleep!
😂 You are the right woman for the job! I thank you. My amygdala thanks you. 🧠
I paid $400 a month for a similar apartment--mouse infested, bath in the kitchen, tiny bedroom--up in Hell's Kitchen in the late '80s. Pre-pandemic, I took my husband to see the building. The dumpster was still in the courtyard, and there were torn curtains in the windows. "Talk about squalid," he said. It hadn't changed much since I lived there, but I'm sure the rents are outrageous and rats still congregate under the dumpster.
Oh, yeah. I had so many mice and roaches. Especially when they were renovating adjacent apartments as they destabilized them for new tenants. If you really want a kick in the pants, search your apartment and the street address and see what it's going for or the current tenant is paying. Usually you can find it on StreetEasy.
That would mean remembering my address, which I forgot the moment I moved out. I didn't last long. I was stressed the entire time I lived there.
Oh, wow! I was stressed most of the time I lived in the city. (Come to think of it, when have I not been stressed?) I manage to be nostalgic even for hard times...
True--it's a stressful place!
It was really refreshing to see someone else explain how the drinking age was raised on them... twice. With no grandfather clause. People kind of don't believe me when I tell them how I as an April birthday, I was legal for a summer and as semester of sophomore year in college and then I wasn't when the New Year rang in. I also didn't care about the drinking, I just wanted to be able to have that third space and be able to go out and dance and hear music. What a peculiar elite club we belong to!
Yes! A very particular distinction among a small subset of Gen X in NY State. It made it hard for a dork like me to have any semblance of a social life. Lol.