Flashes of Panic

Yesterday I faxed a signed lease out to the other end of the state. Today I put a security deposit check in the mail. Between those two, I have decided it’s safe to turn off the feed of apartment listings from Craigslist.

This was, without a doubt, the toughest housing search I’ve ever been part of. We looked at ten apartments over three weekends (and had two more appointments cancelled.) We called back two after they’d already rented; in one case, it had rented before we visited, and had there been better communication we might not have bothered.

In the course of the search, our priorities and price ranges shifted, and not always in tandem. Each new apartment not only added a line to the list, but re-shuffled all the others as we saw previous visits in view of the new one.

We’ve ended up with the second one we looked at. It’s close enough to the university that I will be able to walk and bike to work; it’s a long walk to the T, but not impossible. It has a driveway, a guest bedroom, and laundry, and it is larger than our current space.

Most importantly, I think, the cat will like it because it has stairs. I proposed putting all his toys upstairs and seeing how long it took for them all to be batted downstairs.

We’ll move in mid-August, so I will have time to get unpacked before classes begin, not to mention the Great Katahdin Expedition. (As it gets closer, I have escalated to capital letters.)

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