Schumer’s current apartment is a step up from her previous digs, where she and a roommate paid $1,275 to share a Chinatown studio.
Here’s something you’ve perhaps noticed on your own: rents have been getting crazy high!
What becomes immediately obvious, when you start apartment hunting, is that there are no apartments.
We found out where the closest laundromat was because after waiting half an hour, my roommate had to pee so badly that we went in a frantic search of the closest public restroom.
“You have six months to find your own place,” my godmother, Kimmie, says.
I have only lived alone once, and it was not by choice. When I was a senior in college, my boyfriend broke up with me over the phone from San Diego, saddling me with a lovely studio apartment with an eat-in kitchen, lots of sun, and a rent payment that I couldn’t really afford. I paid my rent using a loan that I am still most likely paying off, and spent a lot of that long winter marooned on my bed eating frozen grapes and watching the Food Network, since I refused to cancel the expensive cable. I lived there for the whole year, alone, but was too sulky to appreciate what I had.
I mulled over the fact that I had just dropped off a rent check for an apartment in Manhattan that I hadn’t even lived in for half of the month.