This one has to be quick. Plus I’m not even sure what’s going to suck about my new apartment yet, since I haven’t lived there. There’ll be plenty of time for complaining once I do.

Roaches: The new place is sparkling clean right now, but it seems just about inevitable that if you live in the city you’re going to see a roach in your apartment at some point or another. They come up through the pipes, I guess, or in windows or whatever. And that sucks, because roaches are awful looking. And I know they’re just stigmatized, and they’re actually clean by bug standards and don’t mean you’re going to get diseases or anything. But they’re creepy as hell, and anytime I ever saw one in my old apartment I couldn’t sleep that night.

The rent is too damn high: Seriously. I mean, we lucked into a great place that seemed downright reasonable in price compared to everything else we saw. Plus, I’m lucky to have a job in this market, and to be able to pay said rent.

But with almost every apartment search, you see a ton of places that appear only barely liveable, then just when you start bargaining with yourself and convincing yourself you could make that dirty postage-stamp of an apartment work, you find someplace way better in every way and go for it.

But someone has to live in those other apartments, right? Who’s paying so much for spaces so small? The rent is too damn high. And apparently it’s higher than ever right now, which sucks.

Brodowns: It is the Upper East Side, after all.