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Here's the skinny:

Today, I looked at a studio apartment in a part of the Bronx you CAN reach by public transportation. Actually, I'm not really sure what I saw could be called a "studio". It was actually a 13 x 17 space which could just as easily be called a dorm room. It's on the top floor of a two family house that has been converted into three apartments. The entire third floor would be mine, which isn't much, but is certainly enough for the little I have. There's the room, my own private bathroom, and a small hallway. Rent is 550 a month and that includes all utilities. Point blank, that's amazing. The place was clean, the landlady was very nice, and though it doesn't have a kitchen that hardly matters since I never cook. It's the perfect price, it's just thr right size, it felt really comfortable to me. I could see myself coming home to this place every night. So...I'm gonna take tonight and tomorrow to think about it, maybe draw out a budget just so I can see how much I might expect to pay for shit each month, but unless I have some weird change of heart int he next 24 hours...I think I'm gonna take it.

I'm kind of excited. The thought of having my own space again, even if it is just one room, makes me down right giddy. I could clean at my leisure, I could invite people over whenever I wanted, there would be no one to nag me. I'd be free to go and do whatever I wanted without having to answer to anyone. I haven't bee that free since...college! It'll be slim living but the place will be all mine, and I'll be paying for it with money I'm making at a job I got all by myself.

When you look at the big picture, it definitely looks like a sweet deal :-D