The lease is signed, money changed hands, and we have a new apartment!
Please, please, please, may I not have to move again for a long time. Like, not until I actually have money. This whole ordeal, with its stress, fatigue, and self-abasement (ohhhh pleeeeeease pick me! look at my credit! pleeeeease!), would always be a pain. But having enough money to be worth realtors calling me back? Would have really taken the edge off.
Jose, Terri-Ann, Mateo, Arvad, Dick, Omar, Marcia, David, different David, Av, Ariel, Thomas: these are the realtors we met in person whom I can remember off the top of my head. There were more. And there were many, many more on the phone. And by email. And . . . and . . . shudder.
Anyway. I'm immensely relieved, and the new place is nice. I'm happy. The lease having been signed, I now only have 884 things to do between now and October 15th. Keep on, keep on, keep on . . .
Congratulations, Adair. Scope out a good bar in your new hood and we'll have a bar-warming for you...
Posted by: yasmin at September 28, 2006 3:08 PMCongrats!! I hope to be able to visit you in your new pad when you're settled...
xoxo
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But the bar-warming better include some red hot REGGAETON!! Republica Dominicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Posted by: Erin at September 29, 2006 1:12 PM