The Four Block Move

All I needed to do was move my belongings from 86th Street to 90th Street. Just four blocks. But of course it couldn't be that simple. Why would it be that simple? I'm currently sitting on my couch (the only thing that isn't boxed up or covered in bubble wrap) watching TV on mute, while drinking a beer. Boring and sad.

I wanted to move for so many reasons yet there wasn't one that could actually get me out of here. My application for my apartment could not be approved due to the fact that one of my financial statements showed less than $3000 dollars for the month. The other months did, plus I put down certified checks for first month and security, and I make 40x the rent...not to mention that I'm a current tenant with the management company. These things did not matter. What mattered is that in September my financial statement showed that I had less than $3000 in my bank account. Forget about the fact that I switched jobs during that month or that my rent is $2,600 per month or that I went on vacation to Argentina a few months earlier. There was no consolation to be had. My management company has strict policies...and god forbid during this economic climate they are more lenient...god forbid that they are more lenient with an existing tenant that is renting another one of their units instead of a competitors. God forbid.

So here I sit drinking my beer amidst columns of brown cardboard boxes and duffel bags full of clothes. This will be my purgatory for the next three days until I hear back from my management company and find out if I can indeed move into to my new apartment.

I'm going for a run.