And the wheel keeps on turning…

It’s over, though how I got here is such a blur now. I finally found an apartment which I hope to call home soon. It’s a large studio apartment on the UES. Originally I really didn’t want a studio apartment, but this apartment is actually bigger than most 1 bedroom apartments I’ve seen in NYC and the rent is much less. It’s a railroad-style apartment with effectively three rooms. In the front, there is a huge living room. I’m not exaggerating when I say that the living room is huge. Even after I get all my furniture moved in, the living room will still look pretty cavernous. It also has a very large window which will be nice to sit by on Sunday mornings and people watch.

Behind the living room is a small bedroom area which is large enough to fit my bed, dresser and night stand. Behind that is the kitchen, which is pretty large and then the bathroom. All in all, I’m pretty happy with the new place, especially the price. The building itself is nothing to talk about. A simple walk up with no real amenities, but it’s clean and the super lives in the building so you really can’t ask for much more.

So what happened to the roommate? Well, he’s no longer my roommate. We searched extensively for a place and actually found a few that were really nice, but the coordination just wasn’t working. He could never get out of work to see places which meant I had to see places alone and try to gauge whether or not he would like the place. I even put down a deposit on a place that didn’t pan out. (Still working on getting that deposit back from the shady brokers.) We also had some financial issues. Most of the places wanted us to have guarantors and since the only possible guarantors for me are my parents, who live outside the tri-state area, things were difficult. Plus, my dad recently retired and I really didn’t want to get my parents involved. They just don’t need the extra liability.

Since I had to move a month before my roommate, I had to make the decision to start looking on my own again. Originally my roommate was fine with that, but as luck would have it, just when I found my new place, a two-bedroom that we had looked at a while back came back on the market and lo and behold, we were the first in line for it. He wanted it badly and tried to convince me, but at that point, it just wasn’t going to work out financially for me so I had to say no. Even worse, we haven’t talked since. I don’t think he’s mad at me, but the fact is, he hasn’t returned my e-mail or phone calls.

So I guess in my search for an apartment in NYC, I’ve been swindled by brokers, meet some shady people through Craigslist, lost a piece of my soul, and maybe even a friend. Was it worth it? I guess we’ll have to wait and see.