Looking for an apartment in Chicago sucks. Not only is it an expensive place to live, it's not very pet friendly. When searching for the right place to sleep, a whole lot of factors come into play, but the most important is (You guessed it!) price. Since I'm fast approaching my 25th year of being broke, I've noticed a lot of nasty poor person habits that I can't seem to let go of-- like prioritizing my bank account over my personal safety.
While scrolling through Craigslist, my mind does a series of rapid-fire calculations. I'll use Arizona Green Tea to illustrate my point. (If you've ever stopped to buy a drink at a gas station, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about...those 23.5 oz. cans going for a dollar at every convenience store in the nation.) If I see an apartment for $460 a month in a nice neighborhood, I will totally ignore it in favor of a $200/month apartment in gangland. The difference amounts to 260 green teas for God's sake! I could drink 8 more green teas a day in the hood, if I drank them at all. I just want that option! Two hundred and sixty teas translates to something like 40 sticks of deodorant, or 5,000 raspberry zingers, maybe even a ranch-style home in Thailand.
What I'll actually do with the money is totally irrelevant!