Another suitcase in Another Hall...

I am getting ready to embark on what feels like an incredibly long journey.  I posted an ad on Craigslist for a roommate and had received no replies until tonight.  Javier.  I replied and said he was interested.  27 and working for Bank of America.  Sounds good on paper, but on the phone he didn't sound like my cup of tea.  I told him I would meet him and show the place tomorrow night anyway, I figure that money speaks all languages so if he has it, we can talk.

Soon after this phone call ended I began to clean up my apartment.  Moving shit around.  Hiding dirty laundry.  Getting ready for someone who would eventually see it this way anyhow.  Then my friend Kelly txt me.  Said she had someone that was interested.  Which sounded better that it being someone I knew, at least, through someone else that I knew, already.

It is nerve racking though.  You state your terms and close your eyes, you hope that they'll say yes.  When they do, you think to yourself...holy shit!  you have that kind of money on hand???

I sure as hell do NOT!  I am broke like no joke.  So it is very important that I find someone who can move in ASAP and give me LOTS OF MONEY UP FRONT!!!

Life keeps moving on and on, but I keep on bumping into another suitcase in another hall.