More than a week ago, Jose told me that his sister had texted that she had seen an empty apartment in her building. The apartment was being cleaned up and appeared to be getting ready to go up for rent. My stomach did somersaults and I was super excited. That very same afternoon, I drove out to Eagle Rock with Jose and we tried to see if we could look at the apartment ourselves, but the apartment manager was gone and the unit was closed. I tried not to get too ahead of myself, but I could already see myself living in this quaint little building that still retained traces of its days from 1920s Los Angeles. I checked out the neighboring apartment buildings, shops, restaurants, churches, schools and businesses. Jose and I drove around Eagle Rock, talking excitedly about what our work days and weekends would be like. We left his sister Liz with the task of hunting down the landlord and asking if we could see the unit for ourselves.
Well, a week went by. No sign of the landlord. Then a few more days after that. Then Liz tells us that the landlord has promised the unit to a relative of his, which had been my fear from the beginning. If something seems too good to be true, it probably is. (sigh)
I'm a little disappointed. I had already mentioned our moving out plans to my mom once the apartment in Eagle Rock turned into a lead. I was already arranging what furniture I would take and what towels I wanted to buy. In my head, I felt it was a clear sign but my gut had doubts.
Back to the drawing board, I suppose. Originally, my plan had been to look at apartments in the summer, with some calm and patience. No rush. No pressure. Like I told Jose, "The right apartment will find its way to us." Fingers eternally crossed.
In the meantime, I had a blast seeing Crosses with Jose and all our close pals. The music of Chino Moreno is always the best soundtrack for us.....
