The Ragin' Mrs. and I have been looking for a place to rent. Needless to say, we're dealing with a little culture shock right now. I thought maybe we would get a shoe box on a postage stamp. Not even close. We're getting half a shoe box on a patch of ground that could charitably be called a yard.
Coming from living in our own house to trying to find a way to fit our stuff into a broom closet? This is housing hell. And the people looking to buy my house are claiming that my bedrooms are too small? They've never been to LA!
The next few years are going to suck ass.