You’re approved.

I never thought that those two simple words could almost bring me to tears. Welp, they did.

For awhile now I’ve had this huge ordeal with the apartment complex that I live in. Since I wasn’t on the lease, when Amanda moved out I was left stranded. Either I could find a new roommate or go back home, because I certainly can’t afford this apartment on my own. I have a roommate, but the management office decided they were going to push me around because I’m young…and they can. So basically I thought I was getting kicked out…umm…twice. Which lead to a few minor panic attacks. It’s fine if you have everything planned and you know where you’re going and what you’re going to do. But when the apartment jerkfaces, I mean people, string you along and miscalculate things(things that make a huge difference) and don’t tell you if you’re in or out, it can be a little(understatement) stressful.

So it all came down to today after two months of dealing with them. I was literally shaking when I called twice to see if we had been approved or not. Because if not, I would have to have ALL my stuff out by WEDNESDAY….yes this wednesday…it’s monday…yes I know.

He called. My heart sank and he said “you’re approved”. I hung up the phone screamed and jumped up and down.
The words sounded almost as good as “you just won the lottery!”

Here I am. Sitting in my very empty apartment. Alone. But the important part, is that it’s my apartment. Feel free to send your ‘congrats you weren’t kicked out and get to keep your apartment gifts’ to …well, my apartment. :)