Notes on the post-grad apartment search
It should be called the post-grad apartment hunger games.
I thought that I had dealt with apartment searches in the past.
From state school mega-complexes, to my dear Savannah landlord who still doesn’t know my name, I truly thought I had been well versed in what it was like to hunt and tour, apply and not get, or find that forever home for as long as your lease will allow.
Looking back at that girl who thought she knew it all, I laugh.
As I lay in bed the night before I commence on a four hour round-trip journey to tour six more apartments, each hosting open houses consisting of 100+ people, none of them near each other but within a mere thirty minute timeline, I can’t help but feel anxious.
It feels as though my entire grade is searching for the same thing. A beautiful apartment, located in the heart of the East Village, under $2000/person with laundry in unit and windows in each bedroom.
Windows in each bedroom, a luxury!
Whenever someone I know finds an apartment, I won’t lie. It’s a little difficult for me to feel happy for them. The NYC apartment search is turning me into a bloodthirsty, competitive, eyes on the prize person I never want to be (unless it’s during some sort of card game).
I feel as though people have access to a secret, underground form of StreetEasy that shows them listings no one else has access to. You may say to yourself, Olivia, that’s simply a broker. Well, if you can get my broker to text me back, that would be incredible!
As one of my favorite coaches, Coach Taylor, once told me: Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
Will that mantra bring great success? Who knows. Will this article jinx my search into success? Let’s hope! For now, I’m mentally preparing to be shown a kitchen without an oven, a room with no windows, and a shower in the kitchen. But no, I won’t move to Brooklyn.
Send this to someone who wants to pay my broker’s fee <3
Im shook
it's the coach taylor reference for me