Jan 27, 2009 15:16
I'm not sure if everyone has heard or not, but my living situation took a turn for the worse Sunday when I got home from working a show and found out my roommate had reached the breaking point and was removing herself from Richmond. Sunday was seven days away from when we had to be out of our current apartment and one day after I had spent an entire afternoon driving/walking back and forth across the city, scribbling numbers of two-bedroom apartments down on a scrap of notebook paper, and probably adding many more grey hairs to my scalp in the process.
So, after a brief half-hour of disabling panic in fear for my friend's health and for my own basic shelter, I was able to catch my breath, catch a drink, and sit down with a shortlist of options [thanks to Liz!] to help get me in the right mindset to nip this crisis in the bud. The momentum has been maintained, and I've actually found some pretty solid options:
- Patterson Ave. for $575 [right across the street from my current apartment!]
- Grove Ave. at Mulberry St. for $545
- Hanover Ave. at Vine St. for $600
- Park Ave. at Colonial for $650 [no utilities - boo]
There are a few others as well, but these are great prices and in great locations. They are also probably comparable to shoeboxes in size, but should this be the case, it will be a shoebox that I can call my very own - up until now I thought I'd be sharing living spaces until I died, and am really starting to look forward to not having to cope with roommates passed out in awkward places, mountains of dishes and empty take-out food containers, and animals defecating on my furniture and carpets.
It is a stressful situation, and will most likely make me very broke, but I think in the long run I will be much, much happier.
nomadic life,
tenant life,
fist-shaking,
friends,
finances