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January 31, 2019

Rental diaries, vol. 19

Not to toot my own horn or anything, but in the sixth grade I almost nabbed first place at my school’s spelling bee. (Please hold your applause until the end, thanks.) Panicked by what such a prize might mean for my social standing, I purposely fumbled at the last second, omitting the “e” in “hearth”. […]
January 11, 2019

Rental diaries, vol. 18

I grew up attending an Episcopal church in Mississippi, which felt a bit like swimming on the moon. Our priest once remarked in a sermon that if a Mississippian hears someone say she’s from New York City, he’ll respond along these lines: “Oh, I have a friend there. Do you know x?” The maddening and […]
December 4, 2018

Rental diaries, vol. 17

My first year and a half or so in Italy was spent grasping at any sort of anchoring point. For a brief period in this trial-by-fire, I bunked—“lived” would be pushing it—in a sterile shared apartment where an Ikea fruit bowl was the closest thing we had to décor. This bowl was perpetually empty, or […]
November 6, 2018

Rental diaries, vol. 16

On Facebook recently, an acquaintance put out one of those pseudo-“ask the audience” posts. You know the kind: ostensibly the person wants input, but really their mind is quite made up, so while waiting for the 14 bus, or for their pasta water to boil, they pose a question and hope a few of their […]
October 7, 2018

Rental diaries, vol. 15

Sex and the City’s writing-by-the-window sage “couldn’t help but wonder” about a lot of things, rarely speaking in the cadence of certainty. One of the exceptions was her oft-quoted proclamation that New Yorkers are “always looking for a job, a boyfriend, or an apartment.” If the shiny story arcs are to be believed, early-2000s Manhattanites […]
September 12, 2018

Rental diaries, vol. 14

Now that we—in the EU, at least—are all sick of the GDPR and would gift Lucifer our cookie consent on a Christmas tray if it meant the link would just go straight to the stupid article, our short-term memory as a society is rusty. Remember the inspiring uprising in the immediate Cambridge Analytica aftermath, when […]
July 2, 2018

Rental diaries, vol. 13

You might remember a scene in Annie Hall that takes place after the titular character and Alvy Singer have parted ways. Alvy receives a frantic 3am phone call, rushing across the city for Annie’s purported emergency. He is incredulous to learn it’s just a spider in the bathroom.   Annie and the women of 1977 […]
June 8, 2018

Rental Diaries, vol. 12

In an exercise of sound judgment, the powers-that-be here at The Florentine recently barred me from posting photographs I’ve taken on TF’s channels without first consulting him. I mean them. Okay, there’s just one power that be, at least when it comes to visuals. (His name is Marco, and his best ism’s are collected here.) Photography […]
May 9, 2018

Rental Diaries, vol. 11

Tutto incluso. “All-inclusive.”   What a difference these two words make in a housing listing. Having the costs of water, gas, electricity—and in certain otherworldly apartments, WiFi—factored in to a flat’s monthly rate is usually a rich-landlord ruse. Still, it’s one many of us would happily tolerate. Costs as a tenant in a tutto incluso […]
April 9, 2018

Rental Diaries, vol. 10

From the period of November 2016 to April 2017 I was positively desperate and, as a result, insufferable. You will read that and perhaps link it to a certain orange-tinged election, but the primary culprit was the housing market in Florence. My search was all I could talk about (hence the creation of this column). […]