Another bus post on the fly
On the edge of our seats waiting to hear back about a nearly perfect rental house on Farnsworth, owned by small time landlords, friends-of-friends. They have a baby almost Wally's age and live two doors down from the place. We have other friends on the block as well. We tried to move to Farnsworth once before but it didn't work out because the renter wasn't interested in working with a family. But these folks SEEM to like us at least a little bit. We need the hell out of our current apartment due to the trifecta of regular domestic violence (directly above our unit), unaddressed health & safety hazards, and complete invasion of privacy by our slumlord. All of my eggs are in this basket and I have my hopes way, way up-- but if it doesn't work out, there's nothing else to do except hit the ground running for another place. I yearn to put down roots...
