That apartment/cottage was a fucking bust.
We called approx 5 times that Wednesday, and filled out our applications.
Then, Thursday, Jonathan called in the morning. & they informed us that the fucking cottage lease was signed on that same Wednesday we called 5 times.
So fuck that.

We are re-in love with a new one. It's in an attic of a house on Cooper Avenue downtown. The landlady is sososo nice and I hope hope hope we get it. We are about 1/8 people trying to get it, though... but I felt a connection with her. She seemed interested in selling it to me... and her grandson's name is Jonathan. He was a junior in college and dropped out this year!
Jonathan almost cried @ me this morning. His job is beating him down. It hurts me for him...