Today I signed a lease on a one-bedroom apartment in the Frankford neighborhood of Philadelphia.
It ended an exhaustive search of Philly real estate – or somewhat. I did look into more than 20 apartments, including 10 in one day. While I did spend nearly two splendid years living in the bottom floor of a rowhome in the Lower Tioga neighborhood of Philadelphia and this past summer living in a hostel in Harrisburg, while working for the Pennsylvania Legislative Correspondents’ Association, I have never lived entirely on my own.
I have always had roommates.
When my six-month lease begins next week, so will my long held desire to really try it out on my own.