Changes

Saturday morning I hosted an open house for potential roomates. Aside from the atrocious hangover I was nursing, it went well. I received upward of 15 responses and 7 confirmed they would be there on Saturday. Only 3 came to the apartment and I chose 1. Not terrible numbers when you think about it.

I spent a good amount of time e-stalking (thank you, facebook) the potentials and narrowed my field down to a top two. It was a little awkward interviewing the top two, asking questions to which I already knew the answers. My top choice arrived first and stayed for about 45 minutes, chatting with my roomate and my other friend who lives in the building. All around, I felt immediately comfortable and would have offered him the place on the spot but I had more people coming. Next a girl, an obvious nester, came with her boyfriend and proceeded to get argumentative with me in a discussion about American University, my former employer and her future alma mater. It was odd.
Right after she left, my second choice came with his boyfriend to see the place. They were incredibly nice, interesting, and seemed genuinely interested in the place. I felt genuinely attracted to my second choice and decided against living with him almost immediately for that reason.

I texted top choice later in the evening and he excitedly accepted. So, I've replaced my roomate, a task I thought would be impossible.

Today's song: Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra