So I went to see an apartment yesterday, the first apartment I've looked at since I lost the perfect apartment in September, and it was great. It wasn't perfect, but I've gotten to the point where I can live with that. There were a few things about it, however, that made me think that perhaps I should give looking another shot, so that I would feel better about signing on the first thing I'd seen.

So I stayed up late last night, combing craigslist for last-minute postings, to make sure that I knew everything that was available in my price range, and then I spent this morning making phone calls and setting up appointments. Then I called Jane so that I would have a second opinion and not go flying off the handle into a less-than-desirable apartment. And we headed over the Bridge.

I had found not one, not two, but three wonderful apartments. After several months of nothing, suddenly there were more than I knew what to do with. I have managed to knock 2 of the 4 out of the running, but I'm left with two that are proving very difficult to decide between. One has the awesome location, and is an ok place. The other is an awesome apartment, but the location is kind of sketchy. Not bad, just not great. Neither has anything really going against it. Both have very good things going for them. What to do, what to do.

I am torn.