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I finally gave up on my Maybe-Future-Roommate™ on Tuesday and got myself a sublet. Even before I saw it, I knew that I'd love it, because: a) it's in Park Slope, which is expensive and hip and filled with trees, b) it's with a writing major, and c) the writing major has a dog.
I packed my life up this morning and paid some smelly guys to move it all to Brooklyn, where I'll be living for at least the next two months until my Maybe-Future-Roommate™ and I find a place. The girl whose lease I'm taking over doesn't move out until the 11th, so my friend Meredith has graciously allowed me to have nightly sleepovers with her until then.
Everything works out in the end, right?
I'm still going to sob like an idiot, though, when The Boyfriend drives off to Ohio in his rented gold minivan tomorrow morning.