I’m happy to report that I’m currently writing this blog from my new apartment in New Jersey, after I nearly became a homeless shoe-hoarder who relocated to the area just so she could make it to her first day of work.
As you probably guessed, planning this out-of-state move was anything but smooth-sailing. Most of the time, it was an absolute nightmare.
Not even 24 hours after returning home from my interview in April, I began the dreaded apartment search….remotely.
Easier said than done.
I had no idea what to expect. I was provided with a useful relocation guide from my employer, which provided details about many of the surrounding neighborhoods, but I decided to be brave and venture to Craigslist with the ignorant hope of finding the “perfect” housing situation.
I quickly learned that most apartment listings on Craigslist deserved a face palm. Many had no pictures, no information on the current roommates, no mention of gender…The list goes on and on.
How was I supposed to know that this wasn’t some creepy, 50-year-old, male pervert looking to share a bed? (Believe it or not, most people looking to share a bed were pretty honest about it in their posting. Go figure).
When something seemed too good to be true, it usually was. Apparently vacant rooms in New Jersey/NYC are snatched up like free candy.
I spent many days glued to my laptop from dawn to dusk, obsessively checking Craigslist and my email inbox for any responses.
The responses I did receive were usually from individuals who weren’t an adequate fit as a roommate.
Needless to say, less than a week after the interview, I was sick to my stomach from stress. I was so worried that I was going to lose this great job offer just because I couldn’t find a place to live. I gladly would’ve lived in a cardboard box if necessary.
That’s when my parents and I decided, “enough is enough.” After reaching our wit’s end, I called a real estate broker from an agency mentioned in my relocation packet, practically begging him for help in finding me a place of permanent residence.
And in just three days, I found a place and signed a lease. Remotely.
It can be done.
That being said, I had no way to actually see my apartment until move-in. Yes, it was a risk and goes against everything people tell you to do before signing a lease, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
So when I walked into my apartment in Union City for the first time a few weeks later, it was like opening up a Christmas gift from Santa. I was without a doubt surprised and, despite a few minor issues, very pleased.
The view of Manhattan is amazing, it’s bigger than I expected and I love all of the furniture/ accessories my parents bought for me throughout the years for the place.
It may be a fifth-floor walk-up, but it’s worth it.