A Lucky Find in Beantown
As I climbed the narrow staircase to the second floor, the realtor led the way, her footsteps echoing off the dimly lit walls. We reached the small hallway, and she flung open the door to reveal the bathroom. I stepped inside, taking in the old cast iron tub, free-standing pedestal sink, and commercial-grade toilet. The black and white tiles, set at a diagonal, added a touch of nostalgia to the space. A tall double-hung window, adorned with chipped woodwork and a faded shade, let in a sliver of light, while a big steam radiator hummed in the corner.
A Studio Fit for a King
Next, the realtor opened the door to the studio apartment, and I was struck by the high ceilings and walkout bay with three double-hung windows. Another steam radiator sat beneath the middle window, while an extraordinary working marble fireplace dominated the back wall. The entire floor was marble, adding an air of elegance to the space. A kitchenette, complete with a small stove, mini-refrigerator, and stainless steel bar sink, was tucked away behind a small breakfast bar.
A Steal of a Deal
As I took in the opulent surroundings, one question remained: how much would this luxurious abode set me back? The realtor’s response was music to my ears: $200 a month, with a first and last month’s rent due upon signing a one-year lease. It was a steal, especially considering the location – two doors down from Al Capone’s Pizza, a block from Store 24, and within earshot of Fenway Park.
A New Chapter Unfolds
I didn’t hesitate, telling the realtor I’d take the apartment on the spot. As I walked out of the brownstone, I felt like I’d hit the jackpot. My cousin Mark had just offered me his bartending job at Father’s Fore in Cambridge, and my girlfriend’s parents had given me permission to park my Cuda at their house in Sharon. The search was over; I was finally returning to my birthplace, Boston. Life was good, and it was about to get even better.
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