I’ve mentioned moving so much in previous posts, but I never really told the story of what happened…
So, as well all know (because I won’t shut up about it – sorry), I was sexually assaulted in my bed/apartment earlier this year. That was the main reason I wanted t get out of that place.
Also, I did not really like my landlord (and really didn’t want to pay him money anymore).
So, I started hardcore looking for apartments.
We all thought we were going to have jobs through September. (Our season was ordered ’til then.) So, while I was indeed looking for a place, I was very chill about looking – no fire under my butt…
And then we got cancelled. And the race to find a place happened quickly because soon enough I was going to stop having incoming paychecks… And you need so much paperwork to secure a place out here.
I found what I thought was a pretty perfect apartment – a one-bedroom (not just a studio!), and a closer to Times Square… It was between 8th & 9th, a little closer to 9th than I wanted… But as long as I didn’t live past 9th, I didn’t care…
But before I asked my current landlord for a letter (one of the many required documents), he contacted me to say he knew I was airBnBing out my place. Now, was I? I would be remiss to admit that here in writing on the blog, if I was airBnBing after the last day to try to make extra money since I had no idea what was coming next (and since I had no reason to be in New York right then)…
Anyway, I asked what kind of proof he had. And he said he wasn’t going to play this game with me. I either got out at the end of September (a month early), or he was going to take me to court and perhaps I’d get an eviction on my record. He also told me if I was out by the end of September, I’d get my security deposit back, otherwise not.
And this is where I’ll pick up tomorrow!