Home Sweet Home

I've being sending endless email and screening endless candidates. So far, I've deduced this: A lot of people need a place to live. Not very many people need someone to move in. Having realized this, I called my apartment manager to ask her if I could stay in our apartment. She told me that she didn't think so because she'd already rented our apartment to someone else. She said I could move down the hall if I wanted to. But I don't want to move down the hall. I want to stay in my home if I decide to stay. I've lived there for 2 1/2 years. That's a substantial amount of time.

So she called me back a couple days ago and said I could stay. If I find a roommate. So I've been emailing people again and telling them about the apartment. Here is my other thought:

Originally, I was supposed to have the master bedroom. That was the original agreement. But Shelby moved in before I did (earlier in the day) and she was like, "Sorry, I decided I want this room." So I got the small room. I really don't mind the small room. I'm happy in the small room. But I think that now it's time to move on up. I'm going to take the big room for my own. It will be odd to have a stranger in my room, but I will have the room with the cable and phone jack. And the shelves in the closet. And the extra 10 square feet. That could be me. I guess I can stomach paying $10 extra dollars a month for that.

And thus begins my new quest: To find someone to move in with me again. This will also solve another problem: I won't be moving in on anyone else's turf. Someone else will be moving in on mine.

I shall be triumphant.

The end.