Today shall live on in infamy. Or something.

A tale of two (town)houses. One is right down the street from us. I fell in love. I did all the stuff myself and was an ~adult~ and told my crippling social anxiety to go fuck itself because I'm not going to take it anymore!

And the agent liked me. I think she still likes me, but that's also their job to be friendly so who knows. I was hoping this would be my take on the story of how the family wound up with the house I grew up in: the person who sold the house adored your grandmother and wanted her to have the house, so they made it work.


Mom found a place on CL. It's not that far from here. We looked on Sunday and I'm not sure how I would have felt about the place if I didn't love the place I found, truthfully. But since I'd already fallen for one, my heart had no room for another.

I think you all know where this is going, right?

Applications were filled out and sent yesterday. Questions asked and answered and then we began waiting.

I stayed up til around 8ish this morning and then fell asleep. When I awoke, I had an email and a voicemail. Since I didn't recognize the voice mail's number, I went with email first.



( Because important life decisions should always be told in gif form. )