We're not in Kansas any more, Toto.

[e_juliana]

As everyone knows, Zach and I are moving back in together, into a huge-yet-cute basement apartment. Part of the appeal of the apartment was the size, another part is the rent, and another part is the proximity to both of our workplaces. I haven't been doing much exploring of the neighborhood because I've been too busy trying to get all of my junk in. Still, I've noticed.... things... that have let me know that we have moved into a neighborhood that's out of our league.

Seriously. We have shot from funky bohemian to Rich People, with nary a stop in yuppiedom (which I'm not complaining about).

My run takes me past houses with lots that could fit 3 apartment buildings. There's a bus route available to me now that has at its main patrons people who easily make 6 figures a year. This house is two blocks away from me, and it's one of the homlier ones on that block.

Sheesh. I feel vaguely like a class traitor, and knowing that living in a basement apartment is the only way we'll ever live in this area doesn't help much.

Still, I'll enjoy while we've got it.

Sheesh.

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[dcjensen.livejournal.com]

Yes, but you can still be a Bohemian basement dweller.


And you don't even have to get Klingon costumes, because it's not your parent's basement...