I moved to my sister’s house in July after a necessary break up with someone I was previously with. I worked with him, and had a small studio apartment down the street from our work, and where he lived. When the time came where I knew had to walk away, my sister offered the spare room in her house until I was able to get back on my feet. I quit my job, moved out of my apartment, and broke up with my boyfriend. I was starting over.
I got a job very quickly right down the street so I was able to pay my other bills, and start saving money. I’ve always been very independent, and when I accepted her offer of a place to stay, I planned on moving out in January. I didn’t feel right staying there too long because I really wasn’t able to offer any money. I looked for apartments every day trying to find something affordable.
While I was still surviving off my sister and brother-in-law’s generosity, my new boyfriend’s Good Samaritan plan backfired when his buddy took over his apartment instead of moving on and out. We were both looking for our own place, but the cheapest apartment I could find was $1000/month with nothing included. Even if I could afford a place at that rate, it would be a shitty apartment in a terrible neighborhood. It just wasn’t feasible with all the other bills I had to pay.
When January hit and I still didn’t have any prospects of my own place, I started to panic a little bit. They weren’t trying to push me out the door, and they continuously reminded me that I was welcome to stay till when I was ready, but, I also didn’t want it to get to that point. Since we were both in temporary living situations trying to get out as soon as possible, and running into the same financial issue trying to find a place, we decided to find a one bedroom together. We figured, with two incomes… we could find a decent apartment.
Not only was I dating him for one month, but I’ve literally only known him as a person for one month. We didn’t have a history of being acquaintances, we didn’t share a class together in college, and we only had one mutual friend between us (who I’ve only known for about six months). At this point in my life, all of my friends were married and starting/growing their families. My only other option was to find a roommate on Craigslist. The way I saw it, it was choosing to live with one stranger versus the other. At least I could find out sooner than later if we can live together or not. I’m not getting any younger and wasting time just wasn’t in my plans.