MOVIN' ON OUT...MAAAYBE?

So, the time has come: I think I'm looking to move. But don't cry, Park Slope--I will still be in you, and actually, I'm trying to stay within a stone's throw of my current place. (Though access to a fucking express train would be the stuff dreams are made of.)  And so I need yer help, friends.

I've moved literally seven or eight times in the last five years, so I'm not really stoked to do it again. Plus, my apartment is quite nice (though not as nice as Erica's small cool digs) and close to the train, but I'm living with two guys on totally different schedules than me. And if any of you've ever run into me with fewer than seven hours of sleep, you'll understand why this is an issue. (Roomies, if you're reading, nothing personal--I am a bratty only child and a maniacal neat freak.)

I'm taking my first look at studios in my price range tomorrow, and am planning on either flipping a shit that I won't be able to afford something livable, or rejoicing, dancing all the way to solitary, sexy living. I'm in a month to month stich right now, so I can make this a super quick or painfully drawn out process.

So, that brings me to my Qs for you guys:

1) Do any of you have a realtor that you absolutely fall-on-the-floor love? Point me in the right direction.

2) Studio-livers: What are you currently paying? And what should I realistically expect to pay for a non-shoebox above Fifth Avenue? Feel free to go anon if you don't want me to know the intimate details of yer wallet.

I'll keep you in the loop about this apartment-hunting saga. Shit could get reallllll messy reallll quick.