Or it should be -- 'course last weekend I got a weak thrill, compared to having a great phone conversation today with the new realtor who helped us find our current apartment. Today's conversation made me giddy, and happy, and totally ready to go! I've no illusions that are new guy is perfect, but he's already sent us listings, because he was sorting them while he was on the phone with me.
The woman we met with last week takes four days to respond to emails.
Rampaging difference.
So now it really does feel like we're hurtling swiftly into that fabulous final consumerist phase: we will own a house! Conceiveably by the end of the year. No, we don't plan on breathing until then. Why? Did you wonder? Breathing is for the weak. They've been outlawed here.
