I went looking for an apartment today. I was actually really excited and hopeful. I had about 6 places I wanted to check out - knowing I would only make it to 2 or 3 of them most likely.
The first place, the leasing agent was on a tour with someone else, I waited for about 10 minutes and then left.
The second place, they have a minimum salary requirement... I make $2,000 less a year than they require and even though I have excellent credit and zero debt.. they wouldn't let me apply.
The third place, was so small and way overpriced. Zero utilities included. I don't know how I would afford to live there.
The last place, I loved. It had great amenities, was close to where I work, so so spacious. And I was ready to apply.. until they told me their salary requirements, which I make about $15,000 less per year.
I came home defeated. Utterly defeated. I know it's all perception; but he's out there renting his own place, getting a military discount on rent "for his service and sacrifice" and I can't even afford to live anywhere! (well that's not exactly true, I could go rent a downtown slum apartment; but really??) I feel like I'm being punished for his choices. He changed my entire life. I didn't have a say in it. I tried to have a say, I tried to work through it all.
I keep crying about it. I'm trying to be positive and thinking, the perfect place HAS to be out there somewhere; the right situation for me. But really, I'm second guessing my decision to stay in D.C. maybe I should just pack up and move back to PA.
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