Developing expensive tastes

Times have changed a lot in just a few short years. Five years ago, I was living in a barely-standing piece of crap house that wasn't even close to meeting municipal codes for an inhabitable dwelling. There were dangerous holes in the floor, bathroom doors that didn't close and a big heap of shingles with rusty nails protruding from them on the front step. All in all, a pretty shitty place to live. But at the time, I really didn't care. I thought it was great -- I just learned not to go out the front door and to avoid certain areas of the kitchen were the floor was particularly unstable.

Now, however, that I'm going to actually be earning a decent amount of money for the first time in my life, I can't imagine living in such crappy conditions. I realize that I could save up even more money if I were to move into a low-rent shithole in Sioux Falls, but the idea doesn't really appeal to me. In fact, I won't even consider a place unless it has some serious amenities -- such as a pool, hot tub, weight room, washer/dryer in the apartment, etc.

Yes, I realize that this is going to cost me a lot more than a crumbling, rat-infested dump in the ghetto (and I use that term loosely), but honestly, I don't really care anymore. Besides, once I have my hot tub, fitness center, and indoor/outdoor pool, everyone will be lining up to come and visit me.