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Moving...An Update

Those of you who read this blog regularly have probably noticed that I haven't be posting as often as before. Let me catch you up on what's been happening in my life...

I was supposed to move into my new apartment tomorrow. When I asked the guy when the place would be ready, he assured me the work that needed to be done -- cleaning carpet, replacing baseboards, painting, etc. -- would be finished by the time I was ready to move in. Even though the place isn't exactly what I wanted, I thought it would be a good idea because a) he's the brother of a friend of mine, and b) he agreed to work with my lack of funds. When we shook hands on the deal last week, I thought all would be well in the land.

I got my first whiff of BS when I brought him a partial deposit on Tuesday. He said that although he hadn't started on the apartment, I would still be able to move my stuff in starting on Saturday. When I pressed him about whether I could start moving earlier than that, he hemmed around the issue.

Fast forward to today. I called him to ask what time would be good to start bringing my stuff. That's when he informed me that I wouldn't be able to move in until next week. He went on to say that his original intention was to have everything ready by the first, but he thought he'd be able to help me out because he knew I was in a bind. He then hit me with the "good help is hard to find" speech.

Let me catch you up a bit. I decided to move out of my current residence because I just couldn't keep paying this outrageous rent on my less than substantial salary. I've been looking for work for at least a year and a half with no prospects. Although I've managed to keep a roof over my head all this time, my other bills are far behind. I thought if I could move into a cheaper apartment and get things caught up, I would be okay until my next move.

I gave a 30-day notice to my current landlord last month. At the time, I really didn't have anywhere to go. I thought I'd just get out of this rent and weigh my options later. During the course of the 30 days, I found a roommate who was going to let me rent a room in a posh downtown LA apartment. The only drawback was that I'd be living with two other women. Since I haven't lived with anyone since college, I didn't really want to do it. When the opportunity came up to rent an apartment on a private property, I jumped at the chance. I thought it would be a safe location where I could get myself back together.

Now he tells me that I can't move in until next week. At this point, I've already stayed here ten days past when this month's rent was due. I was hoping to get out before I used up all of my deposit, but it looks like that won't happen.

All of that is bad for me, but the thing that's causing the tears to fall is that I don't have a backup plan. My cousin lives with her boyfriend in his house, so staying there isn't an option. One of my friends offered to let me crash at her place, but she already has one permanent guest and I'd rather not be the next one. Then there's the problem of where to put my stuff. If I opt for some sort of storage, that'll mean I'll have to move twice. Since I'm having a devil of a time trying to find someone to move me now, I don't think I could ask someone to move me again.

This one of those times that can really test a girl's faith. Please pray that this works out...


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