I’m so screwed.
My roommates just told me they’re almost certainly moving out in two months. They have a legitimate reason–a mother with cancer who doesn’t have anybody else to take care of her–but it’s going to screw me over. I can’t afford this place on my own.
It took us months to find this place to begin with. My disability isn’t really enough to live on–around $700 a month. One bedrooms around here go for $800-$1000. This place is $800, but I’m pretty sure my landlady is renting it to us for less than market value. I’ve been on the list for public housing and rent vouchers for almost a year now, but it’s around a five-year waiting list. I can’t rely on that coming through any time soon.
So I have to find another roommate/s. Words cannot describe how much I don’t want to deal with that. I’m not very good with people, especially in my space–it doesn’t feel safe. (PTSD stuff.) Part of the reason I get along well with my current roommates is we’re all kind of hermit-ish. We mostly stay in our own rooms and don’t see each other very often.
The other problem is going to be that it’s a really small apartment. It’s really only supposed to be a one-bedroom, but we turned the eat-in kitchen into a cramped living room and turned the living room into a second bedroom. So people who can afford something better probably aren’t going to want to live somewhere so cramped. It’s also kind of out of town, and the public transit system sucks. It’s all right if you have a car, but someone who doesn’t have a car might not want to live here.
But I have to find somebody else. I can’t afford to live by myself, as much as I wish I could. It’s stressing me out a LOT. I just want to go to bed and not deal with it at all, but I can’t do that.