The thought of ocean breezes, hot clam chowder, tall buildings, fresh starts, and my NYC friends a $15 bus ride away has me ecstatic. Or should I say had me ecstatic until everyone and their brother’s third-cousin-twice-removed decided to make this as difficult as humanly possible.
The short of it is that I don’t think I can realistically leave until September (due to money/job issues), but my roommates would like me out by August 14 because that’s when 98% of leases in this town end. My roommates keep saying that they “want to be flexible” but it’s kind of a lose-lose situation.
I have basically spent the past twenty four hours in an ongoing panic attack.