I think I read somewhere that moving is among the top life stressors, just under dealing with deaths and job loss. That may sound a little dramatic, but it sure is not fun, and I am not good at it.
After months of searching town and believing the hype that there are "deals" out there following the real estate crash, I ultimately gave up and decided to move into a smaller apartment in my building rather than fork out $1200 a month for a 400 square foot studio in a nicer part of town (i.e., four blocks away.) While it's not exactly the $2200 a month square foot studio (with 5 roommates) I wanted to have in Manhattan by the time I turned 30, it is what it is for the time being.
So it's time for me to stop writing...I need to go back to the difficult task of determining what Halloween costumes make the cut in the downsizing.