Number 4: Homeless?

So, my roommates kicked me out. I can't get something by myself yet, because I don't have a good enough job, or credit rating. I'd ask my dad to be a garantor but I'd rather wait until I get a better job and have a little savings. So...I decided to live with my aunt in White Plains for my first semester at NYU. (I've since planned on going part-time for my first semester).

It's funny, when I was at my grandmother's house, my aunt's asked me if anything was going to change with my roommates. I laughed and said "No. Everything's fine. We're friends." PUH! Rule #1 to starting a new life somewhere. Try to do anything you can on your own. Trust no one to not screw you over.

So, 3-4 days after my friend's email I call my aunt. She says she always figured this would happen because they have jobs, and I don't, and they'd be afraid they'd have to support me. BS. I rely on no one. Well, I try not to at least. I make plans and have ideas and goals, and even if it's extremely uncomfortable, I try my best to make it happen. I'm a "big picture" kind of person and if one avenue is blocked, I try to find another. I'm a dreamer, and that's all I've ever been and ever will be...hopefully...if this experience doesn't kill my deep-seeded optimism about my own abilities. She talked about jobs and renting and costs, most of which I was already aware...I did my research. But she said yes. Two days later, she takes it back, saying that her 1-bedroom will be too cramped for us to live in for 2 years. I say "it's not going to be 2 years. It's only going to be 1 semester." She says, "you can't find a job and apt in 1 semester." I say, "can't you let me try?" She says, "no." So now I'm living with my grandmother in Orange County, a full hour and a half if not further outside of the city. But I'm getting out in a semester, you wait and see.