Hey, you know what’s fun? When your roommates tell you that you need to move out of the apartment by August 1 because they have a friend who wants to move in. GOOD TIMES. It’s especially great when you like in the New York City area and finding an apartment is like plunging into a vast and gloomy abyss. And August 1? Yeah, that’s literally a day before my triathlon. Which means I need to find a place and move *before* then. REALLY GOOD TIMES.
If you live in the New York area and know anyone who needs a roommate or is moving and is looking for someone to take over the space, please let me know. I’m sort of panicking. Alternatively, if you live somewhere else and have a great job you’d like to give me, I am totally open to relocating.
This is also especially great because I am leaving tomorrow to head out of town for a week, so I can’t really get a jump on looking at places. And to add insult to injury, I’m going home for my granddad’s inurnment at Arlington Cemetery, which is kind of the final step in what has been a long process of saying goodbye. So emotionally, I’m not in the best place in the world already.
Congrats, roomies. You’re the best.