If everything goes well tomorrow I’ll no longer be a Williamsburg hipster. It looks like I’ll become a Cobble Hill yuppie instead. Tomorrow my gal and I should be signing a lease for an apartment on a beautiful block of Pacific St. in Cobble Hill. The rent is 200 bucks cheaper then our current place (ah, soft rental market, thank you), the block is about 10 billion times more attractive then our current block on Grand St., and, hopefully, it will be roach-free.

We’re leaving our current place in the middle of our two-year lease. Our landlords were cool and let us out of the lease. But we needed to get out because, due to the ownership of the building by complete idiots, basic maintenance isn’t being done. The hallways are filthy and there is a roach problem. My gal and I have battled them for months using professional grade poison we acquired from the web. But the morons who own the building won’t exterminate the entire building (though, by law, they must) so even when we get them killed in our apartment they eventually find their way back.

It’s just not something we feel we need to live with. The landlord won’t help, so, we decided to leave. Word to the wise: if you’re thinking about moving to a ground-floor space on Grand St. between Bedford and Berry, ask about the roaches.

And now, Cobble Hill, thought to be the upscale ‘hood, is cheaper than junky, old Billsburg. Ain’t that strange? permanent link to this post