They say if you can find and rent an apartment in NYC, you can pretty much do anything. It’s a dog-eat-dog world and you essentially have to sign away your first (unborn) child to someone who posted a link on Craigslist but somehow feels validated in calling themselves a broker, in spite of the fact that YOU found THEM. And, who honestly makes an income of 40 times the monthly rent?!?
After this soul-sucking (possibly), bank-breaking (always) adventure, you get a landlord and/or a management company to take your hard-earned dollars each month. I have rented five apartments in the eight years I’ve lived here and have weirdly, exclusively rented from landlords who also lived in my same building. This is a special relationship that requires a lot of finessing. I sometimes wish I had a faceless company who I’d never accidentally run into while taking out my trash in my too-short shorts or when too hungover to manage more than three words and they want to talk about your leaking fridge or the massive rat that keeps trying to break into your apartment through your back window. Remind me why we pay so much for rent in this city?
There is also the entirely different battle of trying to find a single room in an apartment full of people who already have a rapport. You put on your best self to convince them you’re not a murderer but rather will perfectly complete their broken roommate circle. We won’t even start talking about what happens when you realize one of your new roommates is a living nightmare.
Surviving and conquering the apartment hunt in NYC is like a badge of honor, right? I’m a firm believer if you can do it here, you can do it anywhere. What do you guys think?