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kitewithfish) wrote2009-06-24 04:40 pm
kitewithfish) wrote2009-06-24 04:40 pm
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Common wisdom has it that if you want to receive a letter, you should write a letter. Take this under consideration as I write this: I do this for my own selfish entertainment.
For the past few days I've been in Chicago(land) searching for an apartment for when I move here and go to the University of Chicago. ( And how sad is it, that by the time I post this entry, the entry announcing my acceptance into that institution, from MARCH, will not have been pushed onto the Older Entries page? I have been neglecting you, my friends, and I feel it.)
I came with a list compiled by my future roomie and some appointments already, but there was a clear top candidate on the list, both in terms of price and location. Mostly, we both had our hopes pinned to that one, and were just checking on others to be safe and sure that it was worth it. Surprise, surprise- the apartment complex in question is lovely, incredibly close to the U of C, incredibly cheap, and the management is clearly not going to be out to bleed us dry- it's run through another local seminary, and they are generally not out to screw their renters over for fear of hurting the school's reputation in the denomination. And I get to have the justified feeling that I brought something to the process of apartment hunting after all, despite my Beanie-come-lately feeling, because it's the building that I found that we're going after, and it's only because I am a student at a local seminary that they are allowed to rent to me.
Of course, if something goes wrong, it's my ass in the fire, but I think that's probably ok. I hope nothing goes wrong, at least. Oh, well.
Anyhoo, having found and put money on the apartment means that I can now just sort of de-stress today and hang out.
more later...
EDIT FOR MORENESS.
I've just had a lovely dinner with Aunt and Uncle M and M, who have carefully ensconced me at the International House. Which I am now so deeply glad not to be living in, because living in a room *this* small after my last year at Swelles in my nice big sunny happy room would drive me round the bend. It's not unliveably small, but I would have to be utterly spartan and completely ruthless about my bookshelf's occupants in order to pull this off. All in all, glad that this did not pan out for me. At least I get my deposit back, too.
For the past few days I've been in Chicago(land) searching for an apartment for when I move here and go to the University of Chicago. ( And how sad is it, that by the time I post this entry, the entry announcing my acceptance into that institution, from MARCH, will not have been pushed onto the Older Entries page? I have been neglecting you, my friends, and I feel it.)
I came with a list compiled by my future roomie and some appointments already, but there was a clear top candidate on the list, both in terms of price and location. Mostly, we both had our hopes pinned to that one, and were just checking on others to be safe and sure that it was worth it. Surprise, surprise- the apartment complex in question is lovely, incredibly close to the U of C, incredibly cheap, and the management is clearly not going to be out to bleed us dry- it's run through another local seminary, and they are generally not out to screw their renters over for fear of hurting the school's reputation in the denomination. And I get to have the justified feeling that I brought something to the process of apartment hunting after all, despite my Beanie-come-lately feeling, because it's the building that I found that we're going after, and it's only because I am a student at a local seminary that they are allowed to rent to me.
Of course, if something goes wrong, it's my ass in the fire, but I think that's probably ok. I hope nothing goes wrong, at least. Oh, well.
Anyhoo, having found and put money on the apartment means that I can now just sort of de-stress today and hang out.
more later...
EDIT FOR MORENESS.
I've just had a lovely dinner with Aunt and Uncle M and M, who have carefully ensconced me at the International House. Which I am now so deeply glad not to be living in, because living in a room *this* small after my last year at Swelles in my nice big sunny happy room would drive me round the bend. It's not unliveably small, but I would have to be utterly spartan and completely ruthless about my bookshelf's occupants in order to pull this off. All in all, glad that this did not pan out for me. At least I get my deposit back, too.