I've decided to suck it up and continue my very frustrating apartment search. It's slowly driving me crazy, but I'm determined to find a place. Time is running out and I have very little time (unless I decide to go for a legal battle, which I'd really rather not do).
I looked at a new apartment today in a town that is located an hour away from my current location. The apartment itself is very rundown on the inside and could definitely do with some renovations, but it's pretty massive and there'd be loads of room for me and my son. I could have an office for my work and there's plenty of room for him to crawl around and play with toys. Rent is slightly over my budget but I'm trying to solve that by asking my boss for additional hours each week (which he very well might not consent to, in which case I'd basically have to starve myself to afford the rent.)
BUT there were some good signs when I looked at the apartment. The landlord was an incredibly nice woman who I instantly liked. Mainly because she immediately was thinking about my son when she showed me the apartment (i.e. telling me i'd need to put gates over the windows so he can't open them and fall out, showing me where a safety ladder is in case of a fire, etc). No other landlords I've met have made a point to do that, and she seemed to genuinely want the apartment to be good for my son. Also, I learned during the showing that she does work with victims of human trafficking -- something I've researched extensively over many years as a journalist. I told her about how I'd traveled throughout some very seedy areas in Moldova to research the topic, and we chatted a bit about the whole thing. So that was nice.
Now I just have to wait to hear back from her about my rental application. In the meantime, my anxiety is skyrocketing and I can't stop thinking about how I'll really be on my own if I move there. I'm pretty much on my own where I am now too, but my sister lives nearby and I've always been able to stop over there if I wanted to. I won't really be able to do that anymore. And I don't know anyone in this town.
It's strange that I'd worry about this, considering I lived in a foreign country for a decade, without any family or close friends around. Is moving really that stressful, that it'd cause me so much anxiety? It seems like it should be easy.
Don't really know what I wanted to accomplish by posting this. I guess I'm just venting. Thanks to anyone who reads.
I looked at a new apartment today in a town that is located an hour away from my current location. The apartment itself is very rundown on the inside and could definitely do with some renovations, but it's pretty massive and there'd be loads of room for me and my son. I could have an office for my work and there's plenty of room for him to crawl around and play with toys. Rent is slightly over my budget but I'm trying to solve that by asking my boss for additional hours each week (which he very well might not consent to, in which case I'd basically have to starve myself to afford the rent.)
BUT there were some good signs when I looked at the apartment. The landlord was an incredibly nice woman who I instantly liked. Mainly because she immediately was thinking about my son when she showed me the apartment (i.e. telling me i'd need to put gates over the windows so he can't open them and fall out, showing me where a safety ladder is in case of a fire, etc). No other landlords I've met have made a point to do that, and she seemed to genuinely want the apartment to be good for my son. Also, I learned during the showing that she does work with victims of human trafficking -- something I've researched extensively over many years as a journalist. I told her about how I'd traveled throughout some very seedy areas in Moldova to research the topic, and we chatted a bit about the whole thing. So that was nice.
Now I just have to wait to hear back from her about my rental application. In the meantime, my anxiety is skyrocketing and I can't stop thinking about how I'll really be on my own if I move there. I'm pretty much on my own where I am now too, but my sister lives nearby and I've always been able to stop over there if I wanted to. I won't really be able to do that anymore. And I don't know anyone in this town.
It's strange that I'd worry about this, considering I lived in a foreign country for a decade, without any family or close friends around. Is moving really that stressful, that it'd cause me so much anxiety? It seems like it should be easy.
Don't really know what I wanted to accomplish by posting this. I guess I'm just venting. Thanks to anyone who reads.
