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theladysnarkydameSo there is one thing I don't like about my apartment. Two. There are two things I don't like about my apartment.
One thing is the really annoying bar next door, one and a half stories below my windows (the buildings literally share a wall), that plays a lot of loud music and sometimes there is karaoke. I'm getting too old to stay up past 3am EVERY night, even if my natural state is night owl.
And the other thing only pops up a once in a while, usually a couple of months before lease renewal notices go out. So it's not like they don't warn me.
But my landlords raise the rent, every. Single. Year. In this case, actually, they intend to raise it just nine months after the last increase. And it's only a 2 percent increase? And that still puts my rent on the low end for this neighborhood? So I don't like to admit I'm complaining. But I'm complaining.
And okay, yeah, I'll be able to afford it, since with Google Fiber (yay) I'll be getting internet for half the price I do now (and after a year, if I'm still here, it'll be free! Which is good, since they'll probably raise the rent again). But it feels like every time I get a small increase in the cushion between my income and my debt, be it a raise at work, a bill paid off, whatever -- the rent goes up! And that cushion flattens back down. I AM SO BAD AT SAVING MONEY. MY CUSHION IS NEVER VERY FLUFFY. I HAVE NO ACTUAL SAVINGS BECAUSE I FAIL AT ADULTHOOD.
Any way. In short, my rent's been creeping up incrementally for coming up on five years. At this point it takes slightly more than a third of my paycheck, and believe me, my stupid credit card habits take a real big chunk of the rest. So much as the thought of losing this place makes me cringe -- and by 'this place' I mean this whole neighborhood, because nothing around here is going to be any cheaper than this apartment, probably -- I really should move somewhere else.
I'm totally not going to, at least not this year, because of reasons many and varied, but I really really have to start thinking about it.
D:
One thing is the really annoying bar next door, one and a half stories below my windows (the buildings literally share a wall), that plays a lot of loud music and sometimes there is karaoke. I'm getting too old to stay up past 3am EVERY night, even if my natural state is night owl.
And the other thing only pops up a once in a while, usually a couple of months before lease renewal notices go out. So it's not like they don't warn me.
But my landlords raise the rent, every. Single. Year. In this case, actually, they intend to raise it just nine months after the last increase. And it's only a 2 percent increase? And that still puts my rent on the low end for this neighborhood? So I don't like to admit I'm complaining. But I'm complaining.
And okay, yeah, I'll be able to afford it, since with Google Fiber (yay) I'll be getting internet for half the price I do now (and after a year, if I'm still here, it'll be free! Which is good, since they'll probably raise the rent again). But it feels like every time I get a small increase in the cushion between my income and my debt, be it a raise at work, a bill paid off, whatever -- the rent goes up! And that cushion flattens back down. I AM SO BAD AT SAVING MONEY. MY CUSHION IS NEVER VERY FLUFFY. I HAVE NO ACTUAL SAVINGS BECAUSE I FAIL AT ADULTHOOD.
Any way. In short, my rent's been creeping up incrementally for coming up on five years. At this point it takes slightly more than a third of my paycheck, and believe me, my stupid credit card habits take a real big chunk of the rest. So much as the thought of losing this place makes me cringe -- and by 'this place' I mean this whole neighborhood, because nothing around here is going to be any cheaper than this apartment, probably -- I really should move somewhere else.
I'm totally not going to, at least not this year, because of reasons many and varied, but I really really have to start thinking about it.
D:
