My condo was so nasty that I cried when I moved in. It was awful, but it was a place I came to love as the years rolled on and I renovated it. It also meant I always had cash to burn on anything that really mattered. I also was where I wanted to live, far more important than in what you live.
Alas, Wade convinced me to live in a nicer apartment. From here on out, though I’m going the cheap route.
check me out at posterous here.