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I succeeded yesterday in crash-cleaning the apartment, including the bathroom (shudder), insofar as the landlords said that the place looked really nice. They were also only too happy to give me another week to make a final decision about my own staying here. Cool.

Had an interview with the one person who has responded to any of my ads or emails. A nice enough fellow with a nice enough grilf (also present), but of the sort that a past self would characterize as a "Chad", a ballcap-n-sweatshirt-wearing dude majoring in sports medicine at Northeastern. I'm sure I could live with him if I had to, but he's not the sort of person I was hoping to find. Deedle dee.

I'm now thinking it's almost inevitable I'll choose to move. Have already set up an appointment to look at a place on Chester Street (where Redbones is) on Saturday. It's apparently a sunken apartment (i.e. the ground outside is at windowsill-level) and the realtor confessed difficulty in finding an occupant, apparently for that reason alone. I wouldn't know why, though; am I missing something? Guess I'll find out.

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Apartment Foo

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IMHO, I hate floors that are below ground or below another floor, for the same reason why sometimes work drives me crazy. I hate the sound of people walking around on my ceiling, it's just mildly perturbing. And since the office is right beneath the main hallway for the building, the sounds of little pitter patter of children's feet is more disturbing than anything.