I am sitting in the Frankford Library, stealing wireless Internet by using a fake library card ID number I schmoozed out of a kind librarian.
Philadelphia, you have just earned yourself one more unemployed resident.
After whining about needing a new place to live, I have gotten my wish. On Saturday, with the help of a few friends, I moved into a one-bedroom apartment in the old, often forgotten Philadelphia neighborhood of Frankford.
I haven’t had Internet access since last Wednesday, so forgive the lack of my actual posting or any correspondence whatsoever. My appointments with Comcast have been delayed – one no show and now a promise for Tuesday.
I also don’t have an operating refridgerator, but this is hardly the place to start into that. Soon I will get up more details on the successful apartment hunt and all those angles that might affect other young journalists out there. For now, check the announcement I threw up on my personal site after I signed the lease.