It makes sense that I still feel broke, because I’m paying off all of the expenses I had when I was, actually, broke.
What becomes immediately obvious, when you start apartment hunting, is that there are no apartments.
Startup Castle is offering single rooms at $1,750/mo and shared rooms at $1,000/mo. But the ideal applicant can’t watch more than 4 hours of TV a week, can’t have more than one tattoo, and can’t have attended more than one protest in their lifetime.
We found out where the closest laundromat was because after waiting half an hour, my roommate had to pee so badly that we went in a frantic search of the closest public restroom.
I’m sure you all will tell me why 190th Street is preferable to 181st Street, or why rents jump from $1,290 at 125th Street to $1,506 at 116th Street.
Each potential applicant has an approximate 0.06 percent chance of getting one of these affordable apartments.
There was an infestation of squirrels in the home. Teeth marks still scarred the built-ins.
This week, I saw a sign listing apartments for rent and the unit prices, and I realized that I could actually afford to live there.
Having lived in New York City for nearly a decade (in six separate residences), I’m convinced that the only variety of New York apartment hunt is the soul-crushingly terrible one.
In Montreal, many apartments are floors of a former single-family home, and have stairs on the outside as a result. Our landlord liked to perch on this staircase, literally right outside of my window, and argue with various contractors.
I moved out of my parent’s house in the fall of 2005, and since then I have moved 19 times and had 10 different mailing addresses.
“You have six months to find your own place,” my godmother, Kimmie, says.
I bought my first home in 2012—way earlier than I ever expected to—with the help of a clutchcity program designed to get people like me into permanent taxpayer status. As a first-time homeowner I had a dream house in mind (two stories, kitchen island, guest bedroom, backyard, puppy), but as a 28-year-old who had only ever rented and who earned a salary low enough to qualify for down-payment assistance, all the reasonable voices in my life (my mother, real estate agents, lenders) kept suggesting a condo might be a better way to make the transition from renter to homeowner.