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I am having trouble sleeping.
A week and a half ago, we were bored. We decided to look up city apartments on the internet. We saw a few nice ones that were managed by the same guy. We'll call him, we said. And we'll go and see what's around later this week, just to see what's around. He did not pick up his phone, so Gully left a message. Ten minutes later, our call was returned we made arrangements to see a few places on Monday.
We were never actually intending on applying for any, because our lease here does not expire until the end of January. We were just planning on looking, for something to do. Then he showed us the first one - a brand new two bedroom plus study on the podium level of a new block. The same level as the pool.
We applied.
On Monday, the agency rang to tell us that we had the apartment. We are moving next Thursday.
It will be a good change, I know. I am tremendously excited about living in the city (and did I mention a pool?), but it is still a change and it is making me nervous. I think, in many respects, it is good that we are so random because everything is so whirlwind it gives me a lot less time to be nervous.
But we are moving next week! The gravity of the situation did not hit me until I told Gonz.
"Oh yeah, we're moving next week. To Docklands."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"We got bored."
"Why didn't you take out a movie instead?"
A week and a half ago, we were bored. We decided to look up city apartments on the internet. We saw a few nice ones that were managed by the same guy. We'll call him, we said. And we'll go and see what's around later this week, just to see what's around. He did not pick up his phone, so Gully left a message. Ten minutes later, our call was returned we made arrangements to see a few places on Monday.
We were never actually intending on applying for any, because our lease here does not expire until the end of January. We were just planning on looking, for something to do. Then he showed us the first one - a brand new two bedroom plus study on the podium level of a new block. The same level as the pool.
We applied.
On Monday, the agency rang to tell us that we had the apartment. We are moving next Thursday.
It will be a good change, I know. I am tremendously excited about living in the city (and did I mention a pool?), but it is still a change and it is making me nervous. I think, in many respects, it is good that we are so random because everything is so whirlwind it gives me a lot less time to be nervous.
But we are moving next week! The gravity of the situation did not hit me until I told Gonz.
"Oh yeah, we're moving next week. To Docklands."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"We got bored."
"Why didn't you take out a movie instead?"