darkeyesredshoes
Shiny_Rock
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- Apr 15, 2007
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Okay, I know I seem only to pop in from time to time, but I want to assure you that I spend far more time on Pricescope than my fiance thinks is healthy. And, since I''ve got nobody to vent to in person right now, I figured I''d turn to my favorite online sages.
We started looking for apartments in New York in July, as those with elephantine memories might recall from my proposal saga. Now it''s September, and we still have NO APARTMENT. Shady realtors, landlords who jack up the montly rent by 20%, bad timing, you name it and it has happened to us. When we finally found the place we loved, we jumped immediately and filled out a sixty page application.
Sixty pages, for a sublease. I needed more letters of recommendation for it than I needed for the scholarship application to Columbia. My poor parents were scanning and sending us our W2s, tax returns, IRA statements and more for a sublet. I was pretty impressed by how quickly we handed in the application and then tweaked the final details. The owner LOVED us and decided to stop showing the apartment to other prospective tenants until we got a response. Which, the management company said, would be in one to two weeks.
I handed in the final application (plus $1000 in application fees) on August 22. Now it''s September 12 and I''ve heard not one peep, other than the fact that "technically the board has 30 days to review it." That means we''ve spent three weeks (not even counting the two weeks prior) sleeping on friends'' couches and living out of suitcases. I jump whenever my phone rings. I check my email incessantly. I''ve resorted to trying to predict the board meeting schedule based on references to prior meeting minutes. I''m getting to the end of my rather frayed rope.
Don''t get me wrong, we''re so lucky to have friends who are willing to take us in and put up with us (on a rotating schedule) for over a month now. I don''t know what would have happened to us without them, and I can never thank them enough. Still, though, I''m tired of wearing the same four t-shirts, and I can''t buy any more clothes because my sad little suitcase doesn''t have any more room. I really wanted to be settled into a new apartment before grad school started, but I''m on my second week of classes now. We can''t afford to look for other apartments in the meantime, because we have so much money and effort tied up in this one.
Anyway, if you got this far, thanks for reading. I just needed to get it all out of my head, and I can''t complain to DF because he''s in the same boat. I just don''t know how I can keep doing this for very much longer.
We started looking for apartments in New York in July, as those with elephantine memories might recall from my proposal saga. Now it''s September, and we still have NO APARTMENT. Shady realtors, landlords who jack up the montly rent by 20%, bad timing, you name it and it has happened to us. When we finally found the place we loved, we jumped immediately and filled out a sixty page application.
Sixty pages, for a sublease. I needed more letters of recommendation for it than I needed for the scholarship application to Columbia. My poor parents were scanning and sending us our W2s, tax returns, IRA statements and more for a sublet. I was pretty impressed by how quickly we handed in the application and then tweaked the final details. The owner LOVED us and decided to stop showing the apartment to other prospective tenants until we got a response. Which, the management company said, would be in one to two weeks.
I handed in the final application (plus $1000 in application fees) on August 22. Now it''s September 12 and I''ve heard not one peep, other than the fact that "technically the board has 30 days to review it." That means we''ve spent three weeks (not even counting the two weeks prior) sleeping on friends'' couches and living out of suitcases. I jump whenever my phone rings. I check my email incessantly. I''ve resorted to trying to predict the board meeting schedule based on references to prior meeting minutes. I''m getting to the end of my rather frayed rope.
Don''t get me wrong, we''re so lucky to have friends who are willing to take us in and put up with us (on a rotating schedule) for over a month now. I don''t know what would have happened to us without them, and I can never thank them enough. Still, though, I''m tired of wearing the same four t-shirts, and I can''t buy any more clothes because my sad little suitcase doesn''t have any more room. I really wanted to be settled into a new apartment before grad school started, but I''m on my second week of classes now. We can''t afford to look for other apartments in the meantime, because we have so much money and effort tied up in this one.
Anyway, if you got this far, thanks for reading. I just needed to get it all out of my head, and I can''t complain to DF because he''s in the same boat. I just don''t know how I can keep doing this for very much longer.