Hit the road blues

I cannot believe I'm typing this.

The last few days have been as crazy and stressful as they have been exhilarating.

We did it. My roommate and I found an amazing apartment.

The location - Hells Kitchen!

My lesson of 2007, and probably the biggest is actually learning, that not all brokers are terrible.

Mind you, I still believe that these housing angels are in the minority and competing with ravenous extortionists.

Eithe way, we found a great broker through Cherie Properties and rented out the apartment. She even took the place down about $400 a month.

I love her like I love pumpkin pie.

What I have done in the past five days

-Put in an application for our fabulous two bedroom apartment complete with a rather nice sized living room, nice kitchen, and not so fabulous bathroom (You can't win them all.)
-Spend the night of the application huddled in a corner foaming at the mouth at the thought of having to look at one more damn apartment
-Spend the morning eating everything in sight to keep my body busy chewing instead of thinking. Apparently it's hard for me to do both.
-Get a call from the broker. "Hello! It's BLEEP, I've got news for you!" "Jamie-Lynn is a hot mess?" "No silly, she's a scalding mess, but you got the apartment!" "oh wow."
-Hang up the phone only to get a pain in my stomach. Then my chest. Then my stomach again. Oh my god I'm going to be broke
-What am I talking about I'll be fine?
-There goes the pain again.
-See the apartment again, explore every nook and cranny for ugly crawly things, accept.
- Clean apartment, begin furniture shopping, having a nervous break down at Ikea because the direction arrows are lying sack of shits.
-Go to apartment again to measure
-Sit down at a Thai place down the street, look around, smile. I did it.

The next few days are going to be tough. The next few weeks even tougher. I really hope everything goes well.

If all else fails I'll just make my baby sister famous.