Really?!

Okay, so I have a lot of work to get done for tomorrow, but I also have to find a place to live for June. So I opened up my neat little portfolio and started calling landlords for info. Now, let me set you guys up for this: a week and a half ago, I drove to Bradley (1 hour and 45 minutes away) and rode around with a very nice real estate guy who's a member of the school board. I was fine then. But I'm starting to melt. down.

I wrote down 8 numbers on that day and called them all today. Four went to voicemail. One guy said all his apartments are now taken. Another said there were no one-bedrooms. One chick said to call her back in two weeks. And then another lady said she has one one-bedroom apt, but it's empty now, and she's going to have it filled by the next person who has payment. Everyone was really nice, but I'm just waiting for the other four to call back and say NO. So I went online to the local paper's website and started calling those people. more to voicemail. I got one lady on her cell, I think, and she gave me all the information. So I had to ask about the "no pets" thing, because a lot of places are willing bend the rules for an additional security deposit. She sounded REALLY irritated when I asked, so I said "Thanks for your time; have a good day."

I really need to afford a 2 bedroom, because apparently that's all that's out there! If I didn't have these blasted student loans, I'd be okay.