
For reasons I won't bore you with, I had most of yesterday to look for apartments. On a spur of the moment decision my mom decided to accompany me. I was pleased with this because it's much more pleasant to "shop" with fun people than alone.
We started our search and didn't find any thing to write home about. I was disappointed from my last search a few weeks ago, and the disappointment continued through this day as well.
Until.
I was about to leave the Property Manager's office when I asked about a certain building that I had seen. Knowing it would be impossible to actually live there, since it's a much coveted place to live, I wasn't expecting much. The PM's eyes narrowed and she seemed to remember that there was a woman who needed to get out of her lease, and would I like to call her and view the apartment?
Yes. Yes, very much. I would. Yes. Did I say yes? Yes.
And after work, around 9:30 pm I found myself viewing The Place I Want To Live. I got up bright and early the next day, drove to the PM's and placed a deposit that says, "IT'S MINE!!"
Luck? Good Karma? Blessing? Intervention by God?
I said a prayer of thanksgiving and finally felt like things were going my way.
Come over and visit. The coffee's usually on.












