I have no real reference to Two Chainz, I just found out the hood I live in is called "Two Bridges" (so just imagine Two Chainz saying "Two Bridges" in his obnoxious voice, thats all I want, stupid I know, just humor me). Its a small area located in between the Manhattan & BK bridge, off the outskirts of Chinatown.

I live in a seven bedroom loft with seven guys, I am the sole female roomie.

After less than two weeks of living in NY I searched CL for rooms for rent on a whim and replied to a listing. I visited the room the next morning and found out there was a washer & dryer in the unit. I was pretty much sold instantly, that plus the exposed brick walls and natural lighting that fills the room during the day. I didn't sleep on the opportunity, I told the current tenant I would take the room right then and there. The next day I signed a 3 mo. lease and wrote a check for the first month's rent and a deposit—mind you... without meeting any of the seven current roomies (although I did get pretty accurate descriptions on each of them individually) and without looking at any other places to live. Everyone I've told this story to looks at me like I'm crazy. Hah. Maybe... just a little.

It was the most stress-free apartment search I've ever had, and I'm grateful. I have been lax on everything in my life for the past five months and I was afraid that finding a room for rent would stress me the hell out. I didn't want to compromise my newfound attitude just because I needed to find a place to live, in the past I've usually taken everything way too seriously. So thanks to my new #fuckit attitude I have an awesome room in a dope spot from a completely stress-free experience. I realize I won't be able to avoid my usual stress and anxiety forever, I plan on getting back on my hustle and the daily grind soon enough. Its always onto the next around here...