We might have an apartment. Saw it today, liked it, filled out applications and put down a deposit. Sadly, in my not-yet-an-adult-apparently life, that doesn’t mean we actually *have* the apartment, since we still need freaking cosigners. Yes, that’s plural on purpose. But, assuming that there are no problems with the cosigners’ applications (my mom and GB’s uncle…should be fine), we might actually have a place to move into on August 1st.

(And, on a completely unrelated note, I love thunderstorms, in general. But the one that’s going on right now? A little too freaking close. There was just one of those lightning/thunder moments where it’s like a bomb exploding in the room with you, and I literally leapt into the air. You would have laughed, if you’d been here.)

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