Interesting last couple of days, though not in the scary interesting way that seems to have plagued me recently.

I’ll get the running stuff out of the way quickly, since it’s uneventful and will be for the rest of the month.  Like everywhere else in the US, it was a cold and windy week.  Mon-Sat, I ran 7,9,11,7,off,11 and tomorrow will be 8, giving me 53mi for the week.

Now, on to the subject of Life:  I’ve been offered first dibs on the upstairs apartment.

I thought about it a lot.  On one hand, the idea of living in their space was somewhat disgusting to me and would likely require burning 3 tons of sage to dispel the negativity they’ve left behind.  Additionally, I’d be paranoid about walking around for whomever moves into this place, even with carpet, since Real Estate lady told me you can hear me in the unoccupied apt below (no surprise as I hear it myself when I walk).

On the other hand: it’s the top floor, so I wouldn’t have to deal with another tenant above my head.  Moreover, talk about your ultimate show of one-upmanship, I’d have loved their friends in the apartment below to report that I’d moved into their place, that would have been deliciously fabulous.

But then Real Estate lady told me they want more money for it and when I did the math, it wasn’t worth it, I could get a better place without the crappy floors and even crappier memories.  So now I have a goal for 2010 that doesn’t involve running:

I’m going to increase my income by $500/mo and move into a doorman building when my lease expires. There, I said it.  I’m announcing this like a cigarette smoker announces their intentions to quit, so they have an extra layer of guilt should they not succeed, though in my case, should I not succeed I’ll be stuck in this hellhole.  If that’s not motivating, what is?

The great thing is, it’s completely within my power to make more dough.  My web businesses are beautifully scaleable: do more=make more, so I simply have to do more.  The problem has always been that when it comes to money, I am incredibly lazy, I make just enough for what I need and then I sit on my ass doing nothing.  It’s fun!  Or was, anyway.  Now what would be fun is living in a solid place with an elevator and someone at the desk to accept UPS packages.

I measured my apartment yesterday and it’s under 400 sq ft (my, that was embarrassing to admit).  Turns out those doorman apartments are almost $1 less per sq foot than what I’m paying for this dump!  And they have dishwashers, washing machines & dryers in the apartments, some have swimming pools and gyms, free buses to downtown, the utilities are mostly included…oh god, I’m salivating just thinking about it.

I wouldn’t even need $500/mo to cover the difference, $300 would do it, but because I want to train myself to embrace excess, $500 sounds like a good start.  So here’s to More in 2010 – may it bring more money, more happiness and a whole lot less freaky shit.

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