I hate New York

Just got home from my friend Anjali's production of Romeo and Juliet (with a lesbian R&J!) at Pace where I talked with friend David in the cab home about plans for the future. You know, the classic to stay or not to stay in New York talk. I opened my mailbox when I got home to find a renewal lease from the landlord detailing a just under $400/month raise in my rent starting with the new lease year in February. No, I'm not joking. And now I'm freaking out.

It appears that the little part of my original lease from January 2005 that said that I was renting the apartment for under its market value also meant that when they calculated my raise percentage when it was time, they were going to do that based on the market value. I had a terrifying thought that that could be the case when I signed it, but I pushed that away, ready to be excited about my Upper West Side studio on a lovely doorman-studded block.

What am I going to do? Who knows someone who needs a roommate in February? UUUUGH.

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