Fridays are for Frozen dish soap.

Yup, I said it. Frozen dish soap. It was this morning when I woke up to frozen dish soap and a thin sheet of ice layering the top of my coffee pot I realized just how cold my lovely abode was getting. If it weren’t for my droopy eyelids I might have even been able to see my breath, but for the sake of my sanity I’m refraining from such thoughts. I know what you’re thinking; there are easier ways to discover how to live like and Eskimo. Truth be told it hasn’t really been that bad, but as the temperatures keep dropping and snow is now falling, I’m thinking something’s gotta give. Our tenant’s downstairs were conveniently enough our landlord and his lovely wife. Since they’re expecting they’ve thus decided to invest in a larger place to call home. While we’re quite excited for them, Melissa and I’ve realized their absence will not go lightly. Through facing the loss of losing irreplaceable neighbors, we’re realizing we lost a lot more. The power downstairs for one that no longer lends life to our washer and dryer, porch light, lobby, and bottom portion of the stairs. Our “free” wi-fi’s absence on the other hand wasn’t felt as harshly at first. That is until weeks of solitude and productivity were replaced with the haunting reality that life in your 20’s is pretty much unmanageable without the world wide web. Needless to say Comcast has been called. Which leads me to our newest discovery recently added to our list of losses.. HEAT! Without the Taylor’s to heat our floors we’re fighting a loosing battle with our electric bill and our sanity. All this to say, we’re ready for a renter.