So I’ma be real with y’all: This move to Los Angeles has been quite difficult.
Let me start by saying that I thought I was doing things the right way. But instead, maybe I was pretty foolish in doing them the way that I did.
Look, I made the decision to move to LA a long time ago. It always surprises me when people say they were caught off guard by my decision or they didn’t know or they didn’t see the signs. I mean, the signs were clearly there. I was taking trips to LA damn near every six months — what did y’all think was happening?
Anyway, I had saved up a good amount of money, but everyone kept telling me, “It’s hard to find a place.”
What I found out, however, is that it’s not hard to find a place. To be real, places in LA are in abundance. It’s a very transient town and there are openings every day, B.
Furthermore, there are affordable places — depending on what you consider affordable. I know a lot of people move out to LA to follow their dreams and they’re all, “Oh, I wanna pay $500, $600, maybe $800 a month.” But I’m coming from New York City, jack, where $1200 to $1500 a month for rent is reasonable.
And plus I’m a grown-ass man. So there’s that.
So I was looking at spots and actually finding places within my budget (and maybe a bit higher) and I’d fill out rental applications and pay the associated fees 😩, saw the places, spoke with brokers and property managers, did all you can imagine.
Yet the catch-22 is this: No one wants to rent an apartment to someone who is unemployed.
Me, coming from New York, well, I quit my job so I could go out to LA, thereby making me technically unemployed.
What to do, what to do?
And even though I had a nice amount of savings, enough money to cover rent and living expenses for several months while I looked for work, and could prove this, no one would rent to me.
How about paying several months in advance? Nope, not an option. How about doing a six-month lease and paying it in full at the beginning? No one wanted to do it.
So I put feelers out, asking if people knew of anyone who might need a roommate or who may have a couch I could crash on, or a floor I could sleep on, or anything.
Thankfully, an actress friend of mine knew someone who was looking for a roommate and, well, I had to just step out on faith and go for it.
I talked to my friend’s friend, then I booked a ticket to Los Angeles and met with him. I looked at the apartment and surrounding area and I liked everything, plus the guy himself is pretty dope, so I took that leap and, well, shit, it looks as if things are going to work out.
And that’s the thing: For a while I didn’t think things were going to work out. I was stressing the absolute fuck out. I mean, I was living off my quickly dwindling savings, like …
So needless to say, I was very happy to have finally found a place.
Now, however, after factoring in moving expenses, plus the bit of traveling and shopping I did (to treat myself, y’know), and just living life, I only have a little — and I do mean a little — money left, haha. So you know what that means, right?
The next task will be FINDING A JOB.
And that is also proving to be very difficult. But that’s another blog post for another time!
In the meantime, I’m moving to Los Angeles! I’ll be there soon.