Is the grass greener in another apartment?
This is driving me crazy and I don’t know what to do. Frank and I currently live in a cozy little one bedroom apartment. The landlord is super-nice, but in three years our super has never once returned our calls. We live here alone – just the two of us, and our dead roaches. Which multiply in the summer, when Frank is gone (more on that later). And the parking sucks. Like, really sucks. Sucks to the point that we don’t visit friends or family because the idea of parking when we return makes us just stay in and watch Netflix. But, it’s our first home, we’ve been here three years, the price is right and all of my magazines come here.
Our lease is up September 1st and I don’t know what to do. I like our little apartment, but I can’t help but feel that we could do better. That, and I want a dog. Like, yesterday. The building won’t allow it, and it kind of drives me nuts. I am not entirely sure we would get one right away, but knowing that I can’t is crazy making. Also, have I mentioned the giant, dead roaches? What about me living alone 2-3 months out of the year, dealing with the giant, dead roaches? And the parking. (Note: Frank suggested I tell everyone that these are giant, American cockroaches. Like, waterbugs. Because they live in drains and basements and stuff. We aren’t dirty birdies or anything.)
So, we could be like normal people – and move. But that’s a whole host of other potential problems. What if that apartment has roaches or other pests? And where do we move? I don’t want to pay any more in rent (but could pay a little bit more for an awesome apartment). Frank feels that if we move, we may as well move to somewhere less congested – like Bayside (where I grew up). On one hand, I love the idea of moving back to Bayside – living a little bit more suburban, having more space, near a dog park and my mom. On the other hand – it kind of feels like a step backward. And the kicker with Bayside is that I would be beholden to the former bane of my existence, the LIRR. Train schedules that no one else has to follow because they live near subways, and Penn Station being the center of my universe. Which may not be a bad thing, since I will have to get home and walk/feed the potential dog. But it’s a bummer, especially since I am the one who generally goes out at night, and none of my friends have to go back to Penn and catch the crazy train. It also means an extra $200 in commuter fees, which means we have to lower the amount we should spend in rent.
We could move somewhere near where we live now, but make the caveat that we must, must have parking. And be near a subway. And be reasonably assured that there is no roach issue. And that will allow dogs. Really – anywhere we move has to fit our budget, have a dishwasher (fingers crossed!), allow dogs and have parking. This is a tall order for Queens. And I am just stressed about it.
The landlord just called to discuss the roach issue and the exterminator not showing up (again). And he really, really wants us to stay and assured us that our rent would remain the same. And I don’t know what to tell him. I want to move, but if we don’t find something perfect – staying wouldn’t be the worst thing. And at the same time, I want to do right by him and make sure that if we leave, we give him enough notice. And of course, Frank is going to MIA all of June/July -which means that I should probably start looking for a place while he is gone – but in the NY rental marketplace, that’s almost impossible – and of course now, my landlord wants some sort of answer. And I have no idea what to tell him. Frank and I just keep making lists and lists of pros and cons.