Divisions and Precisions

Heavenly Signs

I shouldn't be awake right now. I know I shouldn't. I partly wanted to test out this whole journaling script thing, but I also wanted to talk about the other side of what's going on lately.

I'm moving soon. Again. I think I should get discount rates with my movers, because they get so damn much business from me. So I've been apartment hunting. I'm getting very good at apartment hunting in Ann Arbor, really. You might even say I'm an expert. So I started rounding up the usual suspects, and I went off to look at apartments.

Complex A was very nice five years ago, when Hollingsworth and I looked at it. Very quiet, very clean. Plus, they were having a great special. So I applied. Then they turned into the Scary Stalker Apartment Complex. They had about thirty-three point two apartments that were exactly what I was looking for, wouldn't I please please move in? Please? They called me every other day. I went back last weekend, and they showed me the apartments I had to choose from. Not only did they look nothing like the model apartment I'd seen, but they were smaller. And scarier. I finally decided that I didn't want an apartment complex that wanted me more than I wanted them.

Enter Complex B. Complex B was recommended by a friend of mine. I visited it last week as well, and absolutely fell in love with their apartments. So I applied there too. There it was the opposite of Complex A. "Well, we need to speak to you about your application." And, "The apartment manager wants to interview you." Ugh. I don't want an apartment complex that wants me to jump through firey hoops, either.

So, on to Complex C. Complex C is quiet and wooded and I was sure it would be out of my price range. It was when I visited it several years ago with Hollingsworth. To my surprise, it was right within my price range. So... once again, I applied. The application process went mostly smoothly (but not TOO smoothly), and I was told they expected to have an apartment available as of March. A little later than I wanted, but bearable. Then yesterday they called me at work. Would I be interested in an apartment opening up at the end of the month? Hell yes! So they give me the address, and we set a tentative move-in date. Last night I drove by the complex in the misty, rainy dark, and found my building. I pulled into the parking lot in front of my front door. There, off to one side, was a sign from god.

About ten feet from my front door is a small children's play area, complete with a sand pit and a few climbing toys shaped like animal statues. Right out front, and silhouetted by a street lamp, gleaming out of the dark, was a large, frolicking, concrete seal. A seal. I felt like god reached down and thumped me between the eyes with a forefinger. I suppose he/she did.

So I'm moving. Expect more moving goodness to come soon.

Posted by Lisa at December 14, 2001 01:49 AM