The apartment search has begun.
This is the part that sucks.
The becoming painfully aware of your financial situation by having to come face to face with it in front of people who’s job it is to deem it good enough to let you rent the apartment they’re representing and the utter humiliation of having to find someone to help you out by being a guarantor if it’s not.
The potential to lose an apartment you love while you’re trying to figure out all of that logistical financial crap that you should be able to to just lay down your file and pull it out but you don’t because you’re a walking disorganized disaster.
The fear that you’re going to land in a roommate situation you hate in Brooklyn (no offense Brooklyn) and spend your entire life on the train just because you can’t find somewhere to live.
Yeah, I’m wishing I could curl up in bed and pull the covers up over my head for just about forever about now.
At least there’s the very feeble hope that it’s all going to work out for the best.