On Friday I get a call from the real estate agent and she's like oh, I think I remember you wanted a second floor apartment, and this is a ground floor one. Um yes. I like to keep my windows open through the night when the weather permits, and as a single girl I want the safety of a second floor apartment so I can do that. I was already window-burglarized in NYC off the fire escape at the back of the building facing a closed courtyard and I have no desire to relive that experience. This complex has no fire escapes, so unless someone's climbing down a rope they ain't getting in the second floor windows. It's perfect.

So the appointment was cancelled and instead of possibly signing a lease I went food shopping for the household, baked my mom's birthday cake and meringue cookies, and took a walk around the neighborhood. Tomorrow's her birthday so the timing worked out, but I'm honestly quite bummed that I'm still facing no firm move out date. I know life is a series of leaps into the unknown but dammit, sometimes staying where you are just doesn't feel right.