At the end of the month, I will be moving out of the “temporary” apartment I moved into ~1.5 years ago. So long, the Marigny, hello the Treme.
I’ll be moving to Gov. Nicholls Street with my current roommate, the po-po. The house is a super-nice two story, newly renovated.
My friend Chris owns it – he just bought another house in Mid-City, so he, his wife, and new baby girl will be moving there.
I’m pretty excited. The icing on the cake is that the other half of the house will be occupied by Jonah’s company with whom I have been doing a lot of work for. Since the house is “staying in the family”, it will remain as the starting spot for the St. Anthony Ramblers next Mardi Gras.
*edit*
I just got a call from the current landlord (she and her husband are /awesome/), trying to convince us to stay by dropping the rent $200. I told her that it was totally a space issue, and had nothing to with them on a personal level. They really don’t want us to leave – apparently we’re as good tenants as they are landlords.