Cheap rent. Whose rent ever goes down?
The day before I left for vacation, the property manager came over to stick a big, ugly "FOR RENT" sign in our front yard. Wain and I were chatting with him, and I told him I hoped whoever came next would enjoy the place as much as we have. He said he'd toyed with the idea of asking us what it would take to keep us there another year.
Wain immediately quoted a price three hundred dollars less than what we're paying now. Just pulled a number out of his ass and stood there waiting to be laughed at.
Well, long story short, he didn't laugh. He bit. I guess he really, really didn't feel like doing a make-ready on this dump. I spent a lot of my vacation on the phone going back and forth with Eric about whether it was worth it, and we decided it was.
We'd been looking forward to living just with each other like a nice, normal couple, coffee and newspapers in our underwear on Sundays and peevish recriminations about whose turn it is to take out the trash, but this will work too. Our roommates are also good friends, and this way we can save more money and gradually accumulate nicer things, like a coffee table and kitchen chairs that I don't want to set on fire. Plus moving sucks. Sucks, sucks, sucks. We'll have to do it eventually, but for now, I have my September back.
So greed and laziness win the day again! Oh, greed and laziness, you devilish bastards. What can't you persuade me to do?
I think we should have a party soon.