Two things happened this week. I found the apartment of my dreams, which also happened to be within my budget. Then, someone else was chosen to dwell there. This has been more jarring than I could have imagined, mainly because the place had every particular which I had formerly written in my little book of hopes and dreams, right down to the gas stove (also balcony, hardwood floor, fireplace, high ceiling with fan, air conditioner, roomy kitchen, etc etc...) I believe that I might actually have created this apartment by force of will. So why was my will not strong enough to seal the damn deal? AUGH!
And the thing is, I still love the place, even though it shan't be my own. I ride past it on my way home from work, mooning over it, sending it my best wishes. I kind of want to live near it, even if I can't live in it, although I just can't think of looking at another apartment so soon. I think it loves me too, and the landlords are cruel to separate us this way.
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