Okay, that was weird. I just showed my apartment to prospective renters, a couple, and it was the strangest feeling. Yes, this is my house. Poke around. Do you like it? Do you like it?
I didn’t say that of course, but I found myself restraining myself. They asked about the deposit, and I told them, and then I wanted to say "but we can negotiate!" I didn’t, again. It’s a little early to panic, this after showing it to one couple. A couple? This place is small! I kind of wanted to talk them out of it, and I didn’t know why. You need more room, you two! Go!
Very vulnerable feeling. All of this is kinda vulnerable-ish, though. It’s all good. And Lala just pulled up with bagels. Bless her.
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