complaints

How do you know when you’re fed up with something?

I’m so, so, so, so sick of this apartment. I really want to kick myself for agreeing to live in this place; I totally should’ve passed this one up. My rent is super duper cheap ($600) but I’m getting what I paid for, which is unfortunate. There are so many problems with this place – I’ll list a few:

• The bathroom is slightly bigger than my full sized bed. That’s pretty damn small.
• I already can’t tolerate hair all over the bathroom (most of it belongs to my roommate), but since the effing room is so tiny, it really grosses me out.
• I don’t like small bathrooms. I didn’t realize this until after I moved in.
• The stove is “impossible” to clean (according to my roommate – who I will call “J”). So there are a few roaches.
• The kitchen cabinets are ridiculously unorganized – and since it’s not my stuff, I can’t really move things around. J is not good with change.
• J doesn’t own a bottle Windex – or any other modern cleaning product. Maybe Ajax is kinda modern, but that’s all she’s ever bought. I have my own modern cleaning product stash.
• The living room is insanely boring looking and my roommate is not good at negotiating.
• I’ve been here for over a month, and there are things J has promised to do… and she hasn’t taken care of them yet. I don’t think that’s fair to me. When I try to bring them up in a quick conversation, it turns into a 3 hour discussion – and she’s missed the point.
• There are only 2 closets in this entire apartment. One of them is in my room. There isn’t a lot of storage space.
• The landlord is not at all professional about his job.

Okay, okay. I’m done. Basically, I want OUT of this place. I would prefer to move as soon as possible, but I don’t think that’s a good idea at this point because I’m kinda poor. I have to get my money issues together before going through another move. I absolute can’t imagine living here until next summer if J stays. Adam would have to check me into a mental institution – I would go crazy. Unfortunately, many of my issues are because of J.

I need my own apartment. Or a normal roommate.

If anyone knows of someone (quasi-normal) in the NYC area looking for a roommate, pretty please let me know. I’ll probably try to move around February/March.

***Note to self: When I change jobs, I might have to leave NYC and find a city with a more affordable cost of living. Of course, where I go depends on the salary of my new job.

Ugh. Am I jumping to conclusions too soon? I’ve only been here for 40ish days, but I am not liking this place at all. Should I try to wait it out for a little longer?

my comfort zone

My apartment is driving me crazy. The white walls and lack of any decoration or design make me feel like I’m in a mental institution. The bathroom is the smallest room EVER. I’m freaking out because I want to change so much – and can’t.

Right now, I don’t feel comfortable in my apartment. That’s a problem which needs to be addressed ASAP.

start the countdown…

Tonight is my last night in Connecticut.

That means, MOST IMPORTANTLY, no more commuting for 4+ hours, Monday through Friday (and sometimes Saturday and Sunday).

It also means:

a) I get to sleep until 8am every morning (and can stay up past midnight without freaking out)

b) I can start aimlessly wandering around the city

c) I have a place to live in the city (duh)

d) I have no excuse not to visit my family who already lives in the city

e) Adam will probably be seeing more of me

f) I can start crocheting and cooking (not at the same time) again

I’m almost looking forward to Monday because it’ll be the first day of my new commute :)

All of that aside, I mostly enjoyed myself with my Connecticut family. I actually wish I could’ve spent more time with them – sadly, I’m pretty sure I spent the majority of my time commuting. I’m forever grateful for them letting me live in their guest room (not completely rent-free, but really low rent) and eat their food for 4 months. It’s been real.

Now it’s time for me to get the hell out and (finally) get a life. Booya.

*** Side note: I’m hoping not to spend over $600 at IKEA tomorrow. I would really hate it if I did… but I actually have a lot to buy, so that could be hard. Dammit.