Anxiety Fills the Air

Stanley has been so full of anxiety since Sunday night, when the last straw started snapping between me and my downstairs neighbor. And so have I.

I have never broken a contract in my life... moving out of the condo now means doing so, and it just doesn't sit right with me. I need re-read my lease, see if I'll be out last month's deposit as well as the move-in deposit, or if I'll just be down my original move-in deposit. *sigh* And it will cost me $2600 to move into the house if the property manager (who I've always called my landlord for all intensive purposes) can negotiate a month-to-month lease for me until I can afford to make it a full $3000 and convert it to a year contract. (that's first month/last month at $1400 plus the $12oo deposit) I'm hoping that a phenominal deal can be negotiated because of all the documented harassment that's been happening.

I'd say that renting sucks, but it would be even worse if I was the homeowner and had this woman below me! Then I'd really be stuck with her, as her landlord doesn't care that she's terrorizing the neighborhood.

It feels better waiting until January to move... I don't feel so rushed, I can be more calculated in decision making and packing, and I can save up the moolah to do it, rather that scraping and pulling from every which way.... I just hope to GOD that the woman downstairs leaves me the hell alone.

This will be a better move, I know it. Stanley will have a yard. I will have a garage, and a full house to do whatever I want in, no worrying about someone below me, no worrying about having friends over and being too loud... I just have to make it another few (3-5) weeks.