craigslist

There are so many reasons that I love craigslist. So many.

There are so many reasons, in fact, that I spend my hour-long "planning period" every day perusing craigslist. And posting items that I might want to sell.

And then, just when I think that this might make me lame, because I do not want to be the sort of person who peruses the same website for hours on end when she clearly has other, more productive ways of spending her time, I get an email from a guy named Lee who wants to buy my washer and dryer for the price that I asked.

And then I get another email from a girl named Rachel who wants to sublet my apartment for the summer for the price that I asked.

And then, after a full month of believing that any location within 15 minutes of my new school is way out of my price range, I find an apartment in the basement of a very nice house in a very nice area just five minutes from my new school, which is within my price range. And this basement apartment happens to have its very own washer and dryer, so Lee can go ahead and buy mine from me.

And then I realize that maybe perusing the web for hours is not such a waste of time. Except when it is.