Tenement Living

I like the old places; I like the old buildings. Don’t get me wrong, I would prefer an elevator, but living in a tenement generally suits me. I don’t like these high-rise apartments, with their windowless bathrooms. I don’t really care that we don’t have laundry room. I drop my laundry off, I pick it up the next day. True, this service is more expensive than what it would cost in a modern luxury building. But the amount of cash people pay for the amenities of a modern luxury building is absurd. By The Kvetcher’s calculations, they do not add up at all. Not to mention you must suffer the company of the type of people who prefer a post-war luxury high-rise building. I would pay not to live with them. Instead, I pay less not to live with them.

But I’m not kidding myself. I prefer tenement living as a single guy in the early 21st century, not as a family in the early 20th century. But right now I am having a taste of the latter experience. With no heat or hot water for two days. So I’m heating water from the stove, and washing the best I can. I can feel that I forgot to wash my feet.

And I’m not really digging the retro urban thing right now.