Up until about an hour ago, I thought I was moving.
I am not.
Last week, I stumbled onto the Edison Apartment listings on their website and was shocked to discover a 2BED/2BATH unit for $2,895. For the area, that's an incredible price. I jumped at it. While I can't say I've been hardcore looking for a new place, it's on my mind a lot. I'd like to have a baby and I'm not sure how I would fit a baby into my current apartment with Harvey and me. This nags at me. Sure, I'm not pregnant yet and maybe this move would be a little premature, but I also work from home. A 2BED unit would allow me the ability to separate my work life and home life a little bit more than I currently do. So, it seemed like a win-win situation. The price hike was giving me some nerves, but I felt I could make it work. Plus, when would I find another unit of equal size for $2,895?
Well, turns out, I never will.
In the midst of negotiating the move-in date and working through the details of the finances involved in transferring from one unit to another, I learned that $2,895 is for NEW residents only. Current Edison residents like myself are only offered the market price; which in this case is $3,605. $710 more than listed. Way, way out of my budget. I could not even consider that.
So, I'm not moving. Despite days of thinking and planning and worrying and adding necessary things to wishlists, it's all done and over. We are staying put. And I'm sad about it. I was nervous and excited about the idea of moving and now that the possibility has been ripped from my fingers, I am feeling rather hopeless. The floor just dropped right out from under me.
Le sigh.
