Moving
I have to move…
Anna is not going to move in here in October. Brandy wants her deposit money back by September, or wants to use it as last months rent.
And me? I am sick of being a landlord, dealing with other people’s problems, money and lack of imagination.
This apartment is gorgeous. I don’t want to leave. I love it here, I love my neighborhood. I love where I am located. I think it’s a great apartment and one I’d love to hold onto and grow with.
But the reality of the situation is that I have to be $2650 ahead of myself at all times to cover people moving in and out and the unreliability of humans. For what?A beautiful apartment that is really best for a couple or one person? Why is it up to me to make construction for other people so they can move in and out, use all my shit, take up my space and stress me out?
Somehow it still breaks my heart to lose this place. But the struggle just isn’t worth it. I didn’t come to NYC to manage an apartment…
So craigslist shows that I will be living out in Bushwick or some ohter undesireable place if I want to live alone. Commuting, having friends over, all of that will be difficult. I don’t know what to do. But I can only really stall another week before I make a firm decision one way or another.
Halfway house for renters, high stress and constant anxiety - or live in the hood and have a difficult time getting home late at night after work?
Awesome.