I’m afraid that it is that dreaded time for me. And by I’m afraid, I mean, my wallet’s afraid, my calendar’s afraid, and my sanity is very, VERY afraid.
Y’all know what I’m talking about: New York City apartment hunting.
Hurricane Joaquin brought the first week of cold weather for the year, harbinger of the possible perils of living in New Jersey while working in New York. Nostril hairs freezing when you leave your house at 5:30amm for your 2 hour+ commute. Mittened fingers burning in frosty pain as you try to scrape the ice off your windshield in the limited daylight of the buttcrack of dawn for the drive to the bus/train station. Legs turning numb at the bus stop/train platform where you wait endlessly for winter-condition traffic delays. Shoulders aching from the weight of your bag as you shuffle at snail pace among other bulky winter commuters transferring at Penn Station or Port Authority …
Can’t have that. So NOW is the time to get my butt over to the other side of the Hudson. As you all know, my New York City apartment lease ended a couple of months ago, and in light of some uncertainties (A $500 rent increase? Our fake wall comprising ½ of my bedroom enclosure being deemed “not up to code” and must be removed? My fake-wall sharing roommate’s snoring boyfriend is moving in?), I decided to forego the risks of another 2-year commitment, and instead moved to New Jersey on a temporary basis while I look…
Here’s the thing, though. I haven’t looked.
It’s been so comfortable living in Jersey. I have a car, and everything is just a short drive away (though, you do have to put up with Jersey drivers… everything has trade offs). I have plenty of space here. My own bathroom. Zero live-in boyfriend drama.
But alas, it is time. Speed Roommating event next week...Wish me luck!
xoxo
the closing belle
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