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Wistful

For wistful, my money is on Paul Willaims. Just saying. 

In brief...

Moving again. And after the moving, traveling to Colorado for a wedding. After the wedding, three weeks of event related madness. Fewer posts for September. Ironic given my horoscope (via evaporated --dotorg--)

Folks Like Us

So we move yet again. In fact, we are actually pulling up stakes and running to what passes for suburbs in Baltimore . The first time the term "white flight" came into my consciousness occurred many years ago, during early adolescence, when I had just started reading Bekrly Brethed's Bloom County comic strip.

Applying Yourself

We've filed an application for an apartment that we actually...well...like. We should know by the end of the week. Between us, we have seen a total of nine different apartments - all elimated for one reason or another, or perhaps even a combination of price, neighborhood, hideous interior, strange landlord, or ominous foreboding. In the course of this search, we have been: insulted, condescended to, maligned, cold-shouldered, monitized, quantified, and ogled (okay, mostly J. for that last one, but I get my shar e of unwanted attention). Though it demonstrates deeply entrenched bad faith, let us hope for validation, and approval from the rental overlords.

Edit: 8-11-03 - We've been approved!! - which leaves only the actual moving. Timed fortunately to coincide with the busiest time of year for both J. and I. Not that I'm complaining, since this is our typical M.O. More on the new space once we've moved in and gotten settled - so look for that in January of '04.

Square Footage

In terms of sheer discomfort, looking for an apartment ranks down there with a recession era job search or applying for a mortgage. It holds certain unpleasant experiences totally unique to the endeavor. What is as disheartening as making 20 calls and receiving only a handful of responses, is taking time and seeing an apartment that is truly awful. Worst of all, the current occupants show the space. So in the midst of their life, you continue the farce of the interview, asking questions about noise, neighbors, gas bills, etc., even though you have ruled out the apartment before you walked through the door.

Add to this some of the muggiest weather of the summer and you have a situation where no apartment looks good. Fortunately, this applies to your own as well, so the impetus to move remains quite vivid.