-Emptying out the last of what’s in your old apartment, putting a full bottle of Absolut and a bunch of beers in the same bag, and having the bag break and the bottles smash on the sidewalk while Mercury Bar looks on.
-Locking yourself out of your NEW apartment 20 minutes later with your phone and wallet inside.
-Looking forward to a giant margarita (generously funded by your best friend, who has put up with your frantic antics all
day week and even cleaned your old fridge when you asked her to) while waiting an hour for the building manager to come let you in……except no one will serve you because your ID is locked inside your apartment.
-Moving, in general.
SO, I couldn’t wait to get back to the greatest city in the world, after spending two weeks on the west coast and not really falling head-over-heels in love. And what does NYC give me — right after I get out of the cab from the airport — on our 2-year anniversary? A 20% rent increase starting at the end of this month.
My Murray Hill studio is convenient, and cute. It is NOT almost-pushing-two-grand cute. What to do?
I don’t want to stay and pay, but I don’t really have the money for a broker fee + moving costs (let alone the time and effort it’ll take to re-paint this place and paint a new place for the 2nd time in 12 months) now that I just took this trip…not to mention working for a startup and paying for my own health insurance. I don’t regret taking the job or the trip, but still.
Ima go weigh some more options in the gdoc I created last night called “WHAT TO DO ABOUT HAVING NO MONEYS.” And then go see the boys kick some ass at the NY Tech Meetup. It’ll be fine. Right?