Five hundred? Yikes. It reminds me of my first apartment, the one above the bakery. The smell of challah was amazing, but the landlord kept the heat off in winter. I wish I’d just moved further out.
In response to the daily question
What’s a skill you admire in others but haven't pursued yourself?
Twine history? Seriously? I’m paying five hundred a month for a closet and you’re waxing poetic about old string.