I give up. I'm ready to move back to Eastern Europe. As many of you know, i'm being evicted with my baby and have been apartment hunting. Viewed my dream place on Friday and was told to await a call from the owner today about my application. The landlord of another apartment (a very crappy one with dangerous stairs) was waiting on me today to give him an answer. I told him today would be the latest I'd be able to give him a move-in date. Figured if the dream place fell through, at least I'd have something, so I wouldn't be homeless for my son's first birthday.
Well, now the real estate agent for the first place (the dream place) says the owner hasn't reviewed my application yet and won't have time to until tomorrow. So I have to either take a massive gamble and tell the other guy I don't want the place with the dangerous stairs, or reject him and hope like hell the dream place comes through.
Something tells me the dream place will most definitely not come through. Because, really, does anything good happen to me these days?
Am sitting here sobbing uncontrollably. Can't deal with this anymore.
Well, now the real estate agent for the first place (the dream place) says the owner hasn't reviewed my application yet and won't have time to until tomorrow. So I have to either take a massive gamble and tell the other guy I don't want the place with the dangerous stairs, or reject him and hope like hell the dream place comes through.
Something tells me the dream place will most definitely not come through. Because, really, does anything good happen to me these days?
Am sitting here sobbing uncontrollably. Can't deal with this anymore.