Yesterday, I finally mustered up the courage to look at the note that the leasing company left for me last month that set out what my rent increase is going to be in September.
I think I finally know what highway robbery feels like. Suffice it to say that the number is right around $2.50 per square foot. And, while the apartment is nice -- and my neighbors are professional athletes -- the service isn't that great, and the closet is too small. Plus, there was that one incident with the mouse . . . .
At the same time, one of my friends is looking for a roommate. On Friday, he broached the subject with me, to which my response was essentially, "Seriously?"
Of course, now I'm starting to reconsider. Is 31 too old to be thinking about having a roommate?