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The 40-Year-Old Roommate Marketplace / American Public Radio Thursday, May 31, 2007

Commentator and New York City renter Doug Cordell is here to tell you that the falling housing market has its wider impacts. Like, having to share a place with a guy singing arias in an open bathrobe
TEXT OF COMMENTARY
KAI RYSSDAL: As we wait patiently for the housing market to
decide when it's done falling, the news has been of the follow-on effects.
Falling share prices for home builders and heavy equipment makers, and
whether or not there's a wider economic impact. Commentator and New York
City renter Doug Cordell says oh, you bet there is.
DOUG CORDELL: You don't expect to find yourself in your
40's and having a roommate. Not a live-in lover, a roommate. As in:
"Could you turn your music down?" and "That was my
milk."
But having been away from New York for a few years, I came back to find
myself priced out of the market. Forget Manhattan — I couldn't afford to
rent a place in Queens.
It turns out, when the housing market goes soft — as it has even in
crazy-money New York — the rental market tightens up, because first-time
buyers sit on their hands in their rented apartments and wait for sales
prices to hit bottom.
Thus to Craigslist, and a share in some guy's two-bedroom walk-up.
Life as a roommate in your 40's: In conversation with people, I make only
vague references to my housing situation, to avoid the embarrassment. I also
skip any of my roommate's favorite haunts, especially when I'm out on a
date. Usually I insist on meeting my dates in their neighborhood — so if
we go back to anybody's place, it won't be mine.
On the plus side of being a, um . . . mature roommate: You've proven to
anyone who cares to know — an old girlfriend, say, who shall remain
nameless — that, yes, you can live with someone.
Indeed, after several years of living alone, you've discovered it can be
kind of nice to share — even something as simple as a newspaper or a bag
of cookies. And even with a relative stranger — someone who walks around
in an open bathrobe practicing arias for his amateur opera club.
The main thing is, with the money I save on rent, I'm able to afford things
I couldn't otherwise: better restaurants, a regular haircut, nicer clothes.
In fact, I probably look more successful now than when I had my own
apartment. As long as I'm not actually in my apartment.
And who knows? If the housing market keeps tanking, maybe I'll be able to
get a place of my own again — a nice little one-bedroom all to myself.
Or maybe a two-bedroom would be a better idea. Just to have the option of
renting out the other room, if I feel the need. Financially speaking, I
mean.
RYSSDAL: Doug Cordell lives and writes in New York City.

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