Normally, the idea of apartment hunting in New York is enough to put most people all the way to Crazy Town. The hunt for Monica and Rachel's mythical Greenwich Village pad is what drives most and is the sole cause for utter despair when the reality of its non-existence is finally accepted. But then throw in this summer's 100+ heat index and I'll tell you exactly what you get: rationalizing why we are staying put "for just another year".
This kind of lazy is just about the last rung on the ladder before it's time to give up the ghost and just move to Oshkosh, by gosh.
