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On tenterhooks waiting for the people with the apartment* in Belmont to get back to me. At this point, I suspect that I'm their backup candidate--they interviewed their last other potential roommate yesterday, the lease starts tomorrow, but I haven't heard anything--so I'd hazard that they have somebody else lined up (younger, or cleaner, or who-knows-what), but THAT person hasn't given them a definite yes or no yet, so they're keeping me in reserve.

It is an expensive apartment; it is not super-near either work or Somerville/Boston. However, all three of the other apartments I have seen in the last three days are at least as expensive, and while in Somerville are all further from the T than my current place. One was intolerably messy; another was just RIGHT out of my price range; none of them have enough space for my books.**

So yeah. I would REALLY like to get the place in Belmont. My own bathroom; roommates who want to cook dinner together; floors that get cleaned and then stay that way. A place I actively like living in.
But failing that, I'd at least like to KNOW: know that I have to concentrate on frantically finding a place, rather than on frantically packing to start moving This Weekend; know that I should work on building relationships with my various other potential roommates, rather than these guys.
Know, so that I can get the grieving process over with.

ETA (1500EDT): Confirmed. Barring acts of God, somebody else is gettin' the room. Well, I guess I get to start þe olde Five Stages now.
And ask, for the thousandth time, why I apparently don't get to have nice things anymore.


* The slightly alarmingly clean apartment, but...
** And the double bed is probably a lost cause...