I found an apartment I totally want.
It's less than a mile from work so I could totally bike it. It's dual master bedrooms. Granite counters in the kitchen and bathrooms. Hardwood floors in the living room and dining room, carpets in the bedrooms. There's a garage and a carport. And the best part: washer and dryer in the unit. I really, really like it.
But I'm filled with fear.
I'm worried it won't be big enough for all my crap. The new place is only 28 square feet smaller than my current place.
I worry I won't be able to afford the start up (deposit, first month's rent until I find a roommate, the cost of moving itself) because I just bought a new computer and that drained a good chunk of my bank account. requiem offered to lend me money saying, "I know you're good at working things out." He's right, I can usually figure out how to get what I need or want.
Will I be able to find a roommate? One that's better than the two I live with now? Basically I don't want the same stress following me to a new place. I mean, seriously, I don't want to worry that if I want to bake or have a bowl of cereal when I get home that my milk will be gone. I don't want to have to deal with a bunch of teenagers in my house.
My current lease doesn't end until Sept. 30 so do I have to pay double rent until then? Can I find someone to replace me? Will any one want to live in this apartment thanks to the two roommates trashing it (seriously, the color of the beige carpet in the living room versus say my bedroom is like three million shades darker)?
Really I'm just scared of change.
I'm talking to my mom about it and I'm getting a lecture money (How can you afford $900? What happened to wanting a new car? You'll have to pay your insurance and registration. I can't keep paying your phone bill) and lectures about how I offered to let Taylor move in last year. I had to remind her that when he moved in, Dad said I was not allowed to complain about him as a sibling, only as a roommate. Funny how quickly treating him like a roommate went out the window. I had to buy his groceries, take him to the doctor's, report to the parents if he was going to school. Basically I had to become his mom. I can't do this any more.
It's less than a mile from work so I could totally bike it. It's dual master bedrooms. Granite counters in the kitchen and bathrooms. Hardwood floors in the living room and dining room, carpets in the bedrooms. There's a garage and a carport. And the best part: washer and dryer in the unit. I really, really like it.
But I'm filled with fear.
I'm worried it won't be big enough for all my crap. The new place is only 28 square feet smaller than my current place.
I worry I won't be able to afford the start up (deposit, first month's rent until I find a roommate, the cost of moving itself) because I just bought a new computer and that drained a good chunk of my bank account. requiem offered to lend me money saying, "I know you're good at working things out." He's right, I can usually figure out how to get what I need or want.
Will I be able to find a roommate? One that's better than the two I live with now? Basically I don't want the same stress following me to a new place. I mean, seriously, I don't want to worry that if I want to bake or have a bowl of cereal when I get home that my milk will be gone. I don't want to have to deal with a bunch of teenagers in my house.
My current lease doesn't end until Sept. 30 so do I have to pay double rent until then? Can I find someone to replace me? Will any one want to live in this apartment thanks to the two roommates trashing it (seriously, the color of the beige carpet in the living room versus say my bedroom is like three million shades darker)?
Really I'm just scared of change.
I'm talking to my mom about it and I'm getting a lecture money (How can you afford $900? What happened to wanting a new car? You'll have to pay your insurance and registration. I can't keep paying your phone bill) and lectures about how I offered to let Taylor move in last year. I had to remind her that when he moved in, Dad said I was not allowed to complain about him as a sibling, only as a roommate. Funny how quickly treating him like a roommate went out the window. I had to buy his groceries, take him to the doctor's, report to the parents if he was going to school. Basically I had to become his mom. I can't do this any more.
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steam cleaners work wonders - get out while you still ahve your sanity.
I'm going to try to catch Kristina Huot.
Where and when is this happening?
also, you should work on a better screening process for roommate finding. make sure you know their schedules. work out the food things. DON'T LIVE WITH YOUR BROTHER.