So, let’s flashback to July 31st… Ah, I was so young, so naive. So innocent.
I thought I was about to move to an apartment on the Upper East Side. I was packing up my things because we had to vacate the apartment by midnight.
But then, at 3pm, my new roommate texted me to say that he decided to go with someone else…
CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THAT?
And I was losing my apartment 9 hours later…..
AND THEN I WENT INTO MELTDOWN MODE.
***Actual Footage of Inside My Soul on July 31, 2019***
I was scrambling. I was desperately messaging apartments and texting everyone and anyone I knew saying I needed a couch to sleep on.
The hours went by and no responses came.
It was now 11pm. I went into critical meltdown mode. I had to realize that it was possible I might have to hop in a cab and head to the airport. I had to accept that this could be the end of my time in New York. The thought of a hotel for a night crossed my mind… then I saw the prices for last-minute hotels in NYC during the summer months, and I quickly discovered that wasn’t an option.
I had to get serious. I said, “What can I carry on a plane home, and what can’t I.”
My lamp. My desk. Had to go
My pillows, sheets, blankets. Had to go.
All my books. Magazines. Notebooks. Had to go.
Clothes I hadn’t worn in a while. Had to go.
I was near tears, throwing my entire life onto the curb of 82nd street.
THEN, FINALLY AT 5 MINUTES BEFORE MIDNIGHT, a guy I had slept with a few times messaged me. “Sure, come over.”
I couldn’t believe it. I was still in the game. But, I needed to pack light. This random guy was already doing me a favor, I couldn’t bring my entire life over to his place. I needed to accept that all the stuff on the curb was gone. Out of my life.
I stayed with him for 2 days. I worked during the day, and visited apartments at night. And oh man, once I lowered my standards…. the places I found…..
There was the Indian guy in East Harlem who wanted me to share a twin-size bed with him. There was an apartment of Korean guys who had walled off a section of of their living room with plywood to create a “flex bedroom” (AKA: A small, windowless box made of plywood) and they wanted $1,300 a month (not including utilities) for it. And there was another place on the Upper East Side I found on Craigslist. It was a super tiny room in a 4-bedroom apartment for $1k a month. I thought, ONLY 1k A MONTH??? I’d living in a closet on the Upper East Side for that!
The broker wanted first, last, security, and a 1k broker fee.
I asked, “You want a broker fee for an apartment I found on Craigslist?”
…He stopped responding to my texts.
Then, the guy I was staying with goes, “So…my boyfriend is staying over for the next few days, and he gets really jealous so you have to go.”
I texted my friend and didn’t even ask to stay with him. I simply said, “I’m coming over.”
I got to his place and fell asleep on his couch, I was so dead. The next morning I woke up to visit an apartment in Williamsburg, AND BAM! That was it. The neighborhood was great, my roommate was fuckin hot, and super nice, and we clicked instantly, and then he said, “But, I just moved in and need to set up the apartment, so move-in isn’t until August 10. I couldn’t pass it up though. So I instantly gave him the deposit.
I get back to my friend’s and he goes, “Look, I have to go out of town for a birthday, and I don’t really feel comfortable with you being here when I’m not.. so, you have to leave.”
I went on Orbitz, booked a flight home for that night and called my mom from the taxi to JFK.
“Hi Honey! What’s going on?”
“Hi mom. My flight is going to land at about 9:20pm, I need you to be at the airport to pick me up.”
“You’re coming home tonight?”
(squeal!) “Oh ok!!! We’ll be there! I can’t wait to see you! Do you need me to pick up anyt….”
I didn’t have time to speak to her. I had to call work to arrange being gone for a week.
So, after a plane ride, and a ride home from the airport. I hopped in bed, safe in my childhood bedroom. Little did I realize that I had been running around so much the past few days that I hadn’t been eating or drinking.
The next morning at 9 a.m. I shoot out of bed. I had a massive Charlie horse in my right calf. I jumped up, and instantly get woozy and light-headed and collapse. My parents are both at work already. I try to stand up again, and I get woozy again, and collapse. I try a third time, and start losing my vision when I stand up. I collapse again.
I decide that maybe I need food and water. I try to walk downstairs to the kitchen and again, I can feel my vision blurring and my head getting all wobbly. I collapse. Then, with no other option, I call 911 and literally have to say the lines, “Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.” I’M NOT EVEN 30 YEARS OLD!
Long story short. They come and tell me I seem dehydrated, but my blood pressure and sugars seem fine. I go to the doctor just to be safe. I get bloodwork done and a cardiac test. Everything comes back fine. It was just exhaustion and dehydration.
So, that’s how, all within less than 7 days, I lost my apartment, stayed on 2 people’s couches, had to fly home, and even call 911…
But. I’m not giving up. I’m still in this. I head to back to New York tomorrow. I won’t give up. New York won’t win. I let Australia take me down and I’ve never forgiven myself. New York City and all you cuntfuck New Yorkers who live there… you’ve made a powerful enemy. game on.
~ The Dark Horse
(this post was way too long to proofread. Sowwyz!)