Moving sucks. Moving in NYC sucks more.
Sometimes you just need your mom.
I like to think I can do EVERYTHING myself, but I'll admit, I can't. I broke down yesterday. It's been a hectic two weeks between apartment hunting, job searching, and working. My lease ends on the 31st and I was getting desperate. I had no time to call let alone view apartments.
I took last weekend off since a few friends were visiting from Boston and used Friday to view apartments. I applied for the first one I saw -- and signed the lease yesterday. But it hasn't been easy.
Along with that I've had a few interviews and with those come pesky edit tests. I've been stressed, exhausted, and sleep-deprived. I can't sleep because I'm stressed. I'm exhausted because I have a long to-do list and haven't slept.
Yesterday I signed away every penny I (well, and a little help from my mom) had in the morning. I called my mom, crying, on the way to an interview. It's been a rough month. But my mom is here now to help me move into my new apartment.
Of course, our luck continues and my apartment isn't ready for me to move into even though management told me I could pick up the keys today. My mom and I trekked to Brooklyn to get the keys -- to find out the apartment hasn't been cleaned yet. We told them I signed yesterday and management told me I could move in today AND that my mom just flew in on a red eye flight. Our "attitude," according to them, wasn't helping the situation. But I'm moving in tomorrow, whether they like it or not.
Lesson to learn: book a Uhaul truck early. We didn't try to reserve one until today, for tomorrow, which proved to be a little difficult and expensive. Now I'm sitting here writing this instead of packing because packing sucks.
Moving sucks. Moving in NYC sucks more.
Yet I still love this city.
I like to think I can do EVERYTHING myself, but I'll admit, I can't. I broke down yesterday. It's been a hectic two weeks between apartment hunting, job searching, and working. My lease ends on the 31st and I was getting desperate. I had no time to call let alone view apartments.
I took last weekend off since a few friends were visiting from Boston and used Friday to view apartments. I applied for the first one I saw -- and signed the lease yesterday. But it hasn't been easy.
Along with that I've had a few interviews and with those come pesky edit tests. I've been stressed, exhausted, and sleep-deprived. I can't sleep because I'm stressed. I'm exhausted because I have a long to-do list and haven't slept.
Yesterday I signed away every penny I (well, and a little help from my mom) had in the morning. I called my mom, crying, on the way to an interview. It's been a rough month. But my mom is here now to help me move into my new apartment.
Of course, our luck continues and my apartment isn't ready for me to move into even though management told me I could pick up the keys today. My mom and I trekked to Brooklyn to get the keys -- to find out the apartment hasn't been cleaned yet. We told them I signed yesterday and management told me I could move in today AND that my mom just flew in on a red eye flight. Our "attitude," according to them, wasn't helping the situation. But I'm moving in tomorrow, whether they like it or not.
Lesson to learn: book a Uhaul truck early. We didn't try to reserve one until today, for tomorrow, which proved to be a little difficult and expensive. Now I'm sitting here writing this instead of packing because packing sucks.
Moving sucks. Moving in NYC sucks more.
Yet I still love this city.
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