As some of you may know, my lovely roommate is moving out and we’ve been searching for someone to take her place. Do you know what this means (aside from general upheaval)? Lots and lots of searches and the posting of photos of our apartment on the internet — which, according to Flickr, have been viewed approximately 232 times. Hmm, that’s both great and weird. Included in these photos, is the picture of our little kitchen. Actually, by New York City standards, it’s pretty normal — no counter space or cupboard space and room enough for no more than two occupants at a time. Our oven hasn’t really worked for the last 2+ years, but we’ve never bothered the landlord about it because we don’t cook more than a handful of times per year. But, if the new roommate cooks, then the oven’s time may have come — we’ll have to talk to the landlords, and they’ll have to send a guy named Eddie over to fix it. Ah, Brooklyn. Not exactly your grandmother’s kitchen now, is it?

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