Well, I'm moved in. It went pretty smooth. I had lots of help, and the furniture went in in 45 mins. Afterwards I took everyone to Star of India.

Now I just have lots and lots of unpacking.

I'm moving! Normally I hate moving, but it's not so bad so bad this time since all my stuff is already packed. I sort of enjoy unpacking, because it's nice and exciting to be in a new apartment. I like finding a place for everything to go.

I got the apartment! WooHoo!

My address is now a Harry Potter sort of address. At least I think so. I'll change up the number and the street name in case there are weirdos out there, but:

123 1/2 Bennington Court.

I have a fraction in my address. How cool is that?

I'm waiting to hear about an apartment I applied for. He'll make a decision today.
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I'm dying. I'm so bad at waiting.

So I'm still looking for apartments. There are a bunch out there in my price range, but there are even more people looking. Every apartment I've applied for has 15 other applicants. Hopefully I won't be living with my parents forever.

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I did check out a few roommate situations, but after the last one I checked out I'm wary. I went to see an apartment in the avenues. I brought along my dog since she has a dog, and we needed to see if they got along. The girl that lived there was mysteriously absent, but a friend was there to show me the place. The apartment was perfect. It had everything I've been looking for. I told the friend I was interested, but I needed to meet the girl who lived there (hereafter known as The Girl). The Girl called me later that day (it was a Saturday). We made an appointment for the next day.

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I went over the next day at 1PM. When The Girl answered the door she was in her pajamas, no bra, hair clearly not done. We talked for an hour. I thought she was weird, but I'm never really home much so I didn't think it would matter. We agreed I would move in after the first of October, and I gave her a check for my deposit.

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Later that night I noticed I had a voicemail on my phone from The Girl, but she was clearly leaving a message for someone else named Darla. The message said something about taking a deposit from someone but not being sure about them, and did Darla want to move in. It was 10PM when I got the message, but even though it was late I called her back and left a message saying that I wanted my deposit back. She called me back 10 mins later and told me she was sorry, and that her last roommate was mean to her, which I guess means that she thinks I'll be mean.

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The day after work I stopped by her house to pick up my check (which I'd already put a stop payment on). She totally wussed out, and instead of giving the check to me herself she left it in an envelope with a note that said:

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My concerns were from a previous roommate who had some problems and I realize that is not you and again I am very sorry.

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No explanation as to why she thought I'd be mean or have problems, or why she offered me the place only to change her mind an hour later. Strange.

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I'm glad I don't live with her.

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Oh, and apparently Darla didn't want to live there. The Girl is still putting up ads for the spot everyday.

Running lasted until June. When it started to heat up outside running got a lot less fun. Oh well.

I spent the summer in my parents spare bedroom. I had $3000 left in my student loan, and I just wanted to be rid of it. I can happily say that I am now completely free of any debt whatsoever. To be 31 though, and living with your parents is hard, and a bit shameful.

I'm apartment hunting, which is harder than normal since I have a dog. This time I definately want my own place. I'm leaning toword a 2 bedroom to use the 2nd as a sewing room, but I think what I'll end up doing is getting 1 bedroom and letting my sewing take up the living room during the summer.