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Looks like I may get to move into the Belmont place after all. Fingers crossed.
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ETA: Lease signed! Enormous checks written! Kitchen stuff relocated from basement! (Well, some of it, anyway.)

I still need to get rid of some furniture (big apartment, tiny bedroom), box up every book I own, and get a UHaul for the weekend AFTER I'm in England. And in short, Pack All The Things. eep.

I am back from Readercon.

It was a generally good con, although (aside from some back-to-back panels on Friday) I think I actually spent more time hanging out with people than I did attending programming (and the talks I did go to were more likely to be on food science, economics, or exoplanets than actual literature). I also volunteered a bunch, organized a few people who didn't know each other to go out to dinner one night, ate a lot of junk food, and didn't get enough sleep - all par for the course.

(As, sadly, is spending way to much money on a hotel room. eek.)

Unfortunately, this afternoon I checked email and discovered that the apartment I'd been hoping to move into has DEFINITELY fallen through. This after hauling butt back to Somerville early on Wednesday to meet with a potential roommate, so $%^&* that. (It also turned out in the course of that interview that the apartment has some issues, notably the fact that the kitchen and bathroom are about the same vintage as the ones in my current one--which in turn were among the primary reasons why I wanted to move out of it in the first place.) But that meant that I was back to square one on the apartment search, only with only six weeks to go and my current room DEFINITELY going to someone else. So I spent a lot of this afternoon being quietly panicked.

A couple of things happened toward the end of the afternoon to relieve my gloom somewhat: first, it turns out that my backup plan - moving in with friends in Waltham - HADN'T fallen through (I'd thought it had), although since they're moving out themselves this fall, I'd need to find new roommates at that point. And one of Readercon's higher-ups said she'd see if anyone SHE knows around Greater Cambridge is looking for a roommate, which was really awesome of her.* (Though it's still a bit of a Hail Mary.)

So, yeah. Either way, or should look at some more advertisements. (Grumble.)

* I got to ask senior Readercon people to act as impromptu agony aunts because, well, it's a pretty small con, and I do a LOT of volunteer work for it, and have for the past...what, seven cons? Something like that. You can frequently find me in the con suite at 8am, making the coffee or laying out pastries, at an hour when any sane person is still in bed. And then stay after everything's over but post-con hanging out in the lounge to take down the signs or pack UP the con suite or help the book dealers repack all the books. That kind of stuff.

Meantime, it looks like I may be being priced out of my apartment after all. crap.