Picking up from yesterday –
This was somewhere around just a couple of weeks before September was over. But I agreed to get back to New York (I was off in the midst of going off somewhere, I think LA), and get out of the place.
(I think I could’ve conceivably fought this, but being that I was already looking to leave and wanting to leave, and with TNS cancelled (the whole reason I lived there), it wasn’t worth fighting.)
And he wouldn’t give me a letter, even just stating I paid my rent on time. And my realtor wouldn’t give me any other way around getting in that one last thing – the last thing I was missing (I think, especially, because some other tenant turned all their stuff in). I would’ve potentially tried to fight to get it from someone in the office or see what my legal rights were to what he could or couldn’t say if someone called and asked.
But I never got to that point since someone else got their paperwork in…
So, I put all my stuff in storage and had no idea what to do next.
I didn’t even know if I could another get a job in New York. Maybe I’d go back to LA and get a little break… As we’ve all read, New York felt a little suffocating (even though I used to love it so much)…
So, I just still half-looked for apartments… At this point, I only wanted to move again if I moved to a place I planned on staying in for a whiiiile. (I’m so over broker’s fees and all that jazz. Oh, New York.)
And I mainly looked for a job – in either New York or LA. And I landed a job in New York.
And I landed my dream apartment – which we will talk about tomorrow!