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So, I think I found an apartment, but now I’m not so sure. I found a really cute place, nice roommate, great neighborhood, really cheap rent. It’s just that the apartment is really, really small.And I have a LOT of stuff. And the cost of putting things in storage is prohibitive (essentially negating the point of the cheap rent). And I’m so stressed about cramming all of my stuff in there that I’m awake with a stomachache at 12:30 in the morning. I like my stuff. I’m a nester. I like my 340 CDs, books, 56 pairs of shoes, and big comfy sofa.

But I already told the roomie that I’d move in. Should I bail on him? Move in anyway and hope for the best? Cram boxes with friends all over town? Help!
Extra detail: I can’t loft my bed, the ceiling is too low.
I like my stuff – I find familiar clutter really comforting. So I wrote the guy a really nice email saying that while I would love to live with him, I just can’t live in that apartment. I like space and I like my junk. (Especially since I’m in the middle of getting divorced, I want my security blanket of useless crap.)