I have cut my commute down to 40 minutes door-door (from ~2 hours), 25 of which are walking, and we only have to pay 1.69 times the rent. Yay?
Some observations about our new neighborhood from a Serbian/European/Baltimorean transplant.
Dogs are everywhere.
Runners and cyclists too.
And a couple of homeless people. One seems to have staked out a bench I pass by every day.
Very few children. Assuming all the little Audreys and Maddisons are attending their ballet lessons, or whatnot.
Restaurants with street seating. It’s like I’m back in Belgrade. Alas, most of them serve nothing but greasy American classics, only they call it Southern-style and put even more grease.
Are people who eat at these places the same ones doing all the running?
Why do two different streets in the same neighborhood have the exact same name? If you put a super-block that cuts a road in half, does it not make sense to rename one of them?
Safeway is a dump.
The title may remind you of Marginal revolution. That’s on purpose. Go read it.