"Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona"
Two and a half years ago, I walked into an apartment building on Corona Street, and I found a ~300 square foot slice of hardwood floored heaven. The rent was $900/month (plus utilities), and I told the woman showing me the apartment that I thought it was a steal. She replied that literally no one had ever said that about the space before. I explained I was moving from New York City, and then she got it. And then I signed a lease. I don't know any other time in my life when I've been in such a small space and yet felt so free. This was my first apartment I wasn't sharing with anyone. I didn't have to share a bathroom or fridge space or a coat closet. Everything inside the apartment door marked with a gold #7 was mine. I felt like I struck gold and was now residing as the Queen of Corona (street). There were definite quirks about the apartment though. I had only a dorm room style mini-fridge, no air conditioning, and one tiny closet for the whole apartment. Th...