Editor's Note: The other day, Thrillist Food Drink senior writer Dave Infante mentioned to the editorial staff that he was looking for a new apartment. Naturally, we pressured him into liveblogging the experience, because watching Dave lose his temper at anonymous brokers is better than watching him lose his temper at innocent, delicious IPAs. He'll be updating this post until he finds a new place to live or goes insane. Whichever comes first.

If you're reading this, you already know: I'm moving, you guys. The very words send a chill up my spine. Luckily, it's August, so that chill is soon washed away by the outrageous humidity that swaddles this city like a gym sock, but even so — I'm not happy about it. After two years of tirelessly gentrifying the Prospect Heights/Crown Heights area, I'm going to move back into Manhattan with a buddy from college (we'll call him Steve). For the good of humanity/my ongoing employment, I'll be liveblogging our (assuredly horrible ) apartment-hunting experience right here.

Check back for updates as I descend into Craigslist's seedy bowels in search of a new place to live, or follow me on Twitter for even more up-to-date updates, if you're into that sort of thing. (For the list of criteria I'm using for our search, check out the Ground Rules* below.)