I felt the need to borrow the opening line from the Backstreet Boys' classic "Everybody" for this blog post.
Oh my God we're back again!
Time to start apartment hunting for September. Welcome to my personal hell. Our apartment is being shown to be rented out and I hope someone rents it soon. The giant pile of charcoal that someone dumped in the hall near our door might be a deterrent but I'm sure some college student will rent it out. Also, not my problem.
My anxiety was amped up to 110 yesterday. I don't like having things up in the air. I'm worried that if we don't find an apartment NOW they will all be gone. It's not even May so I know I'm being a little dramatic but I can't help it. My brain is a jerk.
The best case scenario would be that we can rent a place that my friend's brother owns. I already know what the apartment looks like since I have been there before. It's also not too far from where I live now. We like the area. He's going to check and see if his tenants are renewing.
Next on my anxiety list is following up with the venue we looked at. I sent and email saying YES but still have not heard back. I sent the email Thursday night so if I don't hear anything by Thursday I'm going to call. RESPOND TO ME PLEASE!
Then when both of those things are taken care of I will find something else to worry about.