Berkeley is brutal
I have been looking through Craig's List, trying to find somewhere to stay next semester when I am in Berkeley. Oh my god, it is so depressing.
The Icelandic housing market is absolutely a piece of cake by comparison. I mean there is no comparison.
I click on an ad that looks promising - $600 per month 1 bedroom in a 2 bedroom apartment. OK, not so bad. I would not get my own place, but then I know perfectly well there is no chance of getting my own place for anything less than $1500 a month, unless I want to live in a run down neighborhood or be a 20 minute bus ride away from campus (actually both).
But here's the catch, that is $600 dollars a month to SHARE the one bedroom. There are already THREE other people living in the 2 bedroom apartment, and if I am really lucky and beg just hard enough, I might get the honor of sharing a room with someone else for the low low price of $600 a month.
Any chance of my son getting to come spend the weekend with me goes Poof! right out the window, and I am back to the idea of staying at Dave's house anytime I want to see Palmer.
I do not even want a flatmate I don't know, let alone a *literal* roommate I don't know. I am just too old for that.
The Icelandic housing market is absolutely a piece of cake by comparison. I mean there is no comparison.
I click on an ad that looks promising - $600 per month 1 bedroom in a 2 bedroom apartment. OK, not so bad. I would not get my own place, but then I know perfectly well there is no chance of getting my own place for anything less than $1500 a month, unless I want to live in a run down neighborhood or be a 20 minute bus ride away from campus (actually both).
But here's the catch, that is $600 dollars a month to SHARE the one bedroom. There are already THREE other people living in the 2 bedroom apartment, and if I am really lucky and beg just hard enough, I might get the honor of sharing a room with someone else for the low low price of $600 a month.
Any chance of my son getting to come spend the weekend with me goes Poof! right out the window, and I am back to the idea of staying at Dave's house anytime I want to see Palmer.
I do not even want a flatmate I don't know, let alone a *literal* roommate I don't know. I am just too old for that.
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