O Dear

So this wknd has been an interesting one. I saw one apt on Friday that was a literal match box. Did I mention this one already? Joint so small there isn't a real living room. There's like an area for a couch or sofa don't ask me where I'm going to put our beloved pet turtle. Let alone mention dresser drawers to put our clothes. I'm going to have to purchase expensive beds with built in storage units to survive there. Where will the kids bikes go? And I guess this means I too will not be able to buy a buy cause the walls will be covered with the one I have for my son and the other I plan to get for my little girl.

But alas! Hope came in the form of an Indian real estate broker. Who showed me a 3 bedroom in East NY with a whopping, unheard of 5 closets!! GASP. A living ROOM not an area and bedrooms that are so sizable I could fit my head, feet and arms in it!

The landlords live down south and I was assured by the broker that if I got my paper work in it would be mine. But my paperwork was in the hand of a shady broker and her landlord and it was a holiday wknd. I'd left msgs to no avail and I even prayed on top of crying in the middle of the night that I get back the money and my forms (to avoid making another trip to the Bronx section 8 office from Brooklyn) back so I could get the ideal apartment. The one I turned down other apts for. Because I knew it existed. Wood floors equipped, with a sizable bathroom and a true walk-in closet. A closet so big I could fit a dresser drawer in it. Can u believe it! $1500 yes, no 2nd bathroom like the tinier counterpart in crown heights, but by golly it had room. I wouldn't have to pay rent there and for storage space to keep the things I can't fit simultaneously.

And my prayers and cries weren't in vain. While at the mall with my estranged homegirl my hand middle itched me pretty profusely, a tell tale sign of mine that cash was about to enter my hand. And of course my phone would ring and it would be the landlord telling me that she wanted to return my money to me that night. And I would meet her the next morning and she would hand me $1350 in cash along with the documents I needed to avoid making that dreaded trip uptown.

I couldn't have been more enthused. The next business day I faxed over my proof of income and till this day wait with fingers, boobs and legs crossed that this absent landlord would give the ok for me to begin the move-in process for this place. Today I went down to the real estate to drop off a copy of the docs for the landlord of the tiny place in crown heights to complete. And i will stall until next week to end over to section 8 to drop these documents off so I can move in to my new apt pronto.

The upside of the tiny place is I can save a lot more because my rent cost is a lot lower. Well save what I'm not spending in storage. But the downsides really turn me off. The distance from the train. The lack of space. The fact that it's in my old neighborhood. Yuk! I will be happy as a pig in shit tho because tonight. On top of killing a mosquito, swatting away flies and dodging roaches. For the first time in approximately six weeks, I discovered that the other pests were not alone, there is a mice problem in here too. O dear.