While checking out some shop space, I had the chance to poke around a
warehouse inhabited by 5 salarymen-by-day / artists-by-night
types. It was a former macaroni factory that definitely was not
up to code (for instance there was a”trick door” for drunks on the
second floor that opened up to a fall to the first floor), but it was
filled with everything that one’s heart wants to drag home off a curb
(but doesn’t for fear of clutter). After taking an appraisal of
the wondrous junk, I told my tour guide, “You’re going to be a scary
old man when you grow up,” and I think that this is the best compliment
that I’ve handed out in a while.
The warehouse also had a small bedroom to let (on the cheap,
$250/month), with a built-in lofted bed and gigantic bed-sized desk
(and most importantly high-speed internet). It’s the perfect
writer’s nest, so my imagination is swirling.
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Also, frugality rocks. A classmate at my firm has announced her
departure. Through living and eating at home with her father, she
managed to save enough money in her first 7 months here to start her
own bakery. Her announcement email was the best reading material
that I’ve come across this week.
wow that sounds awesome
too bad i live too far away to get in on it with you
i’d totally split that 250.
What, 7 months isn’t long enough to leave a firm? I’m a 3 month gal myself. =)
Y.
ah, what a short law career! bakery sounds cool. what would you start?