Trying to Move the Mountain

Nice and short: I got an e-mail from the realtor this weekend and after days of speculating why he was not returning my messages it turns out we lost the apartment because the management company gave it to the relative of the super. Something I am told sometimes happens.

Why to me?

So the backup apartment? Well, by that point (six days having passed), the apartment is long gone.

Naturally, had all the papers been in much earlier I am sure this could have been waylaid. Then again, who knows.

So we are back to square one, I may have to fly up there again to look at more places, and I have to be out of my place by Feb 1. Nothing like a little deadline to get you going.

I would say this sucks and I hate it (oops, already did) but what would be the point. I would be wasting my emotion for no reason. I am, as the Scissor Sisters would say, comfortably numb to everything at this point.