Hey folks, sorry the posting has been even more sporadic than usual. Because my living situation + plans for the immediate future changed unexpectedly, Joe and I did some last-minute apartment hunting last month. And because I wanted to move to a college town in September, where most people have signed leases in March, we didn't have terribly high hopes. 


But by some miracle, Joe found what struck me as The Perfect Place in terms of location, size, and relative affordability. As it turned out, the previous tenants, who had signed the lease from the beginning of August, had suddenly decided that they badly needed to live elsewhere. Of course this raised red flags. Of course images of rotting floorboards and carpets of black mold and cockroach colonies danced through my head. But Joe made an appointment for a viewing and reported back that the place did not look awful, so we decided to snap up the lease. 


I moved in the day before Joe and got to see it for the first time in all its hollowed-out glory -- which was when the terror began. In case you missed the drama as it unfolded on Twitter, here is a fuller account:


The apartment is actually the first floor of a house, and therefore, massive. (Although you should also keep in mind that my last apartment was a shoebox in Seoul, so I still get excited about things like bathtubs and closets.) My da, who had helped me jam his car full of luggage (largely unpacked from Korea and Seattle) and boxes of ephemera and carted me across state lines, was Not Enthusiastic about its admittedly somewhat weathered appearance, but I was genuinely thrilled when I first clapped eyes on the place. 


However, I have seen too many marathons of A Haunting not to have been a little suspicious.