Pardon the cornball post title, but I thought it apt. I’d like to relay
an experience I endured a few months back.

After several years of dating, my relationship with the former mrs. came to an
end about a year ago. Always an unpleasant time, I did my best to handle it
with dignity. Since we lived together in her grandparents’ apartment building,
I was obviously the one who had to go.

For those who have moved within the five boroughs (or anywhere else, for that
matter), you know it can be a harrowing experience. One day last April, I
checked out apartments in Sunnyside, Queens and Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. I wasn’t
overly impressed by either place, but that hardly gets to the heart of this
post.