More on Hope

Looking at these four rooms.

The sense of hope is nearly impossible to explain.

And I had one of those moments where I hoped and it happened (maybe J. from the last post is right).

I had looked at one apartment that I really liked. It was affordable, but there were a million hurdles to me getting into it. Most of them involving my credit, and the fact that I will have to be breaking this lease to move. There was a whole application process and I was pretty sure things were going to go poorly with that.

I knew that I was going to have to ask my dad to co-sign, and all that other bullshit that never goes well.

My thoughts became consumed with finding a place where people would just trust me to pay the rent and there wouldn't be credit/background/interviews/piss tests to get into a place. So I went to the bulletin board at work and began to look at the "Apartment for Rent" signs.

To expensive. Not enough rooms. To expensive and not enough rooms. Then at the very bottom of the board. Two bedrooms, $475. That I can handle.

I called.

I left a message.

I almost forgot about the whole thing.

Then my phone rang. And it was someone I knew that I hadn't talked to in a while. The mother of someone I went to high school with. She owns the house that has the apartment. And someone that I know lives upstairs. And it is a block from work. And two blocks from a great school. And there is $100 deposit. And there is a huge room for the kids. And, and, and.

I hoped.

Did that make it real?

File under Virtue.