Round two.

Apartment-hunting is like riding a horse: you fall off, and then you get back on.* So, Sarah and I are heading out tomorrow morning with a brand new broker and a brand new list of apartments to look at.

We will see how it goes.

*What really happens is that your amateur ass gets thrown off the horse because you don't know what you're doing, your limp body gets trampled by the razor-sharp hooves of an unyielding beast, and then you crawl, weeping and filthy, back onto the fucking animal. But let's try to be optimistic here.