Sometimes things don't work out the way you hoped they would. Like yesterday, for example. Erik and I met at the house, looked around, and asked for the application. The landlord suggested that we think another second, since we had asked about him reducing the rent. So we thought for a second, looked for another second, and by the time that we got his attention again, the landlord had given a young, soon to be married couple an application. He refused to give us an application, and we were tossed to the street, out on the apartment hunt again. After a while of driving around we looked on Craigslist, where we saw one good spot, but when we visited, we realized the place was really more for a family, and we gave up on the idea of living together, at least for now.
So I drove to the furthest west house I had looked at, then drove back to the furthest east house I had looked at. I called my mom to help me make the decision of which house to live in, and since I was tired of sitting in my car all the time, I drove up to Hendricks Park, which is right next to the eastern house, parked and sat on a picnic table about 100 feet from the car.
Five or six minutes into our conversation, I hear a car alarm go off. I think it's pretty rude. Then I think maybe it's mine - I could have hit the button when I sat down. So I turn around and walk to the car. Then I see that there's broken glass at my car.
Evidently a pair of young guys busted my little back window to try to get to my stuff. When the alarm went off, they peeled out of the parking lot, and as far as I can tell, they didn't get anything. So that hurried along my decision making process, and I picked a house right away. I called the house to make sure it was still available, then called my dad to tell him what had happened, then called the police. With all those calls done, I drove down the hill and immediately started to unload the stuff from my car into my new house.
It wasn't exactly the way I had imagined things happening, to say the least. But, the house is nice, and the housemate is a frisbee player named Adam. By this point today I've got my room pretty well set up, my clothes all clean, the window of my car fixed, and I'm feeling pretty well oriented to town. So I'm off to the University to figure out how to pay tuition and to set up a P.O. Box so that I have a stable address for everyone to send me care packages!