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As some of you know, I recently took a new job. My old job sucked to high heaven, and I had to get out. My new job seems alright so far. The worst part about it?

The commute.

I live in a small town in the Hudson Valley. My new job is in Queens. In perfect traffic conditions, it takes me an hour and a half to get there. I could drive to the train and take mass transit, but that takes over two hours one way. My wife and I have been looking to move closer, and it has been difficult.


Today we went down to look at more places. We started in the Bronx. The first place was tiny. The second place was pretty decent actually. The bad part? We checked out the local crime data. Dead center of an orange square. We went to Riverdale for an open house. The place was alright, but I used to live in that neighborhood back in 2007. Once I had to dodge a ricochet from a drive-by walking home from the subway. No thank you.

We met with another broker in Yonkers after that. My wife really loved the building and the apartment. I was not as enthusiastic. I am very pragmatic when apartment shopping. We would have had to get rid of a lot of our stuff. The broker heard me say that, and she dug through her files. She suggested another place she could show us that was bigger. It was just slightly out of our price range, but it had amenities to make up for the overage.

We walked in, I looked around for about three seconds, and I asked for an application. The building is a five minute walk to the Hudson Metro North line, my wife will have easy access to the Saw Mill, and we get a parking spot.

I guess we will be selling my 2007 Subaru Impreza. My car is capital A Awesome. I will miss him (yes, my car is a boy). However, I am not excited to be paying for insurance for two cars when one will be sitting around collecting dust. Such is life.


All of the paperwork is in, and we should know by Friday if we are going to get it. Wish us luck.

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