This is not rocket surgery.

Freakin' out.

poisonville:

pleasedontsqueezetheshaman:

therocketsurgeon:

Freaking out, freaking out, freaking out. Remember that feeling when you’re not sure what’s going on where your blood runs cold and you feel sick? That’s me, and I don’t like it.

Is this the workings of an evil potential landlord?  Someone should make a horror movie/documentary about the abject fear and zombification that comes with negotiating and securing apartments in this city.  My fingers and toes are crossed for you.  Let me know if I can help.

Someone has made such a movie, someone named Roman Polanski. (Rocket Surgeon: watching this movie is contraindicated in your present condition…perhaps a mug of hot chocolate and a mid-morning nap? That’s what works for me.)

More like a pushy broker. I just don’t deal well with the “you both have to get your application in asap today” type of pressure, which leads me to pressure the other half, when really, we need to talk it over a final time before we lay down an armored truck full of money on it. Thank goodness he’s more logical and less stressy than I am.

And Poisonville - i wish for nothing more than a mug of hot chocolate and a nap, though alas, my only option is a Nalgene bottle full of water and zoning out on a spreadsheet.

Freakin' out.

Freaking out, freaking out, freaking out. Remember that feeling when you’re not sure what’s going on where your blood runs cold and you feel sick? That’s me, and I don’t like it.

Got it.

Pending all goes smoothly with the paperwork, homeboy and I will be the newest residents of a rockin’ duplex sometime after Aug. 1. I suppose good karma beams were coming in our direction yesterday.

Cutthroat isn't my preferred m.o.

Apparently another bid is being placed on “our” apartment today, which I wasn’t expecting - the place has been on the market for a month and a half. This sort of thing makes me anxious. Please, jeebus, let their rent offer be lower than ours.

One step closer....

Boyfriend is in agreement regarding the awesomeness of the apartment and reasonableness of the landlord’s counter-offer. I am trying not to get too excited about  - WARNING! gratuitous real estate giddiness to follow. Quit now if you don’t want to be nauseated - the cute duplex with 20 ft ceilings, lots of light, an exposed brick wall with working fireplace, dishwasher and private rooftop terrace with views of the Empire State building. All for $400 less per month than a similar unit without a fireplace rented for two months ago and a commission fee cut by almost half. The rental market in this town is unbelievable right now. I realize I am such a jerk for this “woo hoo! look at me” posting, especially considering that I’m getting a stroke of luck when times are tough all around, but hell, I’m super excited for the possibility, so please forgive me (or if not, unfollow me). I’ve been living in my tiny basement jail cell with no light and a mouse that lives in the wall for too long. Seeing two more places tonight for comparison, then, pending they’re not as awesome, it’ll hopefully be ours.

Walk it off.

Rather than sit here and refresh my inbox every 3 minutes, I’m going to go for a walk. I’m not usually a nervous person, but losing my cohabitation virginity is a big step, and spending New York rent money together is an even bigger one.

The waiting is the hardest part.

We’re apartment hunting and just saw a totally awesome place last night. It was the second one we’ve seen, but basically has everything we’re looking for, is under our budget and is only one block away from where I live now. We put in a rental offer, the landlord countered with something reasonable, but it would mean starting the rent 3 to 4 weeks earlier than planned. Just sent an email, so waiting to see what boyfriend says and trying not to bite my nails.