When my boyfriend and I moved to New York so that I could start the Health Advocacy Master’s Program at Sarah Lawrence College, we got rid of a lot of stuff, put most of my stuff in storage, and moved in with his dad.
This made sense since we both had just finished graduate school in Michigan, and neither one of us came to New York with a job.
Living with my boyfriend’s dad was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. Well, sixteen months later, we are finally moving into our own place.
I was trying all along to avoid moving in the middle of winter, but what can you do?
Apartment hunting in New York is ridiculous. Basically realtors want you to be bringing home 40 times the monthly rent, sometimes even more. It’s not really a renter’s market. Or at least, it’s not really a renter’s market for people who have been students for most of their lives and have only just started working.
We got very, very lucky with the apartment that we found, but the last few weeks of our lives have been spent looking at apartments, getting our paperwork together, and then sitting on pins and needles waiting to find out if we got the apartment.
I’d be more comfortable applying again to college and graduate school twice than I have felt trying to find an apartment in New York.
This process is so incredibly time consuming and stressful, definitely not the best thing for someone with multiple chronic illnesses. And the stress isn’t over yet. First we have to move everything stored in a storage unit in upstate New York all the way to the apartment in Queens. Then we have to figure out how to get everything from the apartment in Manhattan to Queens. We also have to order furniture and wait to have it delivered.
And did I mention that we are only allowed to move into our building Monday through Friday from nine to five?
Did I also mention that I am working four days a week and hope that we can be settled before school starts again at the end of January when I won’t have a day off?
The good thing is that we signed a two-year lease, so I don’t have to worry about moving again in the near future.
In some ways, this apartment hunting process makes navigating the medical system seem easy. I feel like I have more control in that then I do in trying to find and secure an apartment.
So please send extra spoons my way so hopefully I can get through this while avoiding a major health crisis.