Should I Actually Move Into This $1,800/Month One-Bedroom in Kensington?

3:00 p.m. 

I start walking across the park to meet Andre in Kensington at an $1,800/month one-bedroom basement apartment, for this, Hell Gate's Open House column. I've done this a bunch of times, seeking both the wackiest and most mundane opportunities in the city's housing market (that will allow me to view them), to save for posterity a first-person account of what will hopefully go down as the most insane time in the history of New York City housing. 

But this time it's personal. My lease actually expires at the end of next June, ending my long, cold, psychological war with the "mom and pop landlord" I've rented from in Flatbush for five years now, who will show up unannounced about once a year to have a manic episode and insist that my roommates and I are destroying her parents' house and need to vacate by a flagrantly illegal eviction date, before subsequently completely dropping off the map until the next year.

Over text, I readily give Andre my income and my credit score. I told him that if he sees other apartments in this price range and in the area, let me know. And I actually meant it.