We have an apartment. The papers are signed and everything.
We have an apartment in Manhattan. In the East Village.
They found an apartment in the East Village in two days. Mom said people keep telling them how unbelievable that is.
Oh and Holly already has waitressing job interviews lined up. Which is hilarious.
For all the stress and the worry and the fear that I'd be stuck here over the past few months, it all seems to be working out.
I guess it was just meant to be.
Come August 9th, I will be a resident of New York City.
If I am dreaming, no one pinch me.