To quote the last line of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest ...

I been away a long time

This past month was a typhoon. My car died, disintegrating into a pile of rust, practically underneath me, so I had to (unexpectedly) deal with that. Find/buy a new car in an emergency situation, with not a ton of cash on hand. But I managed it. New car bought. (Or, used car, but it’s new to me). I am also moving in less than two weeks. This has been a very quick process. I heard about the apartment in a sort of rumor-on-Facebook way. After two weeks of poring through Zillow listings I started feeling despair. My state has been overrun by Airbnb and rich people who buy up properties and don’t live there. The rental situation here is appalling. How do you expect people live, dammit? At any rate, I read a rumor on a Facebook group - in the comments section no less - that an apartment maybe might be maybe not now but maybe soon be available. It wasn’t listed on Zillow yet. This was key. Word-of-mouth is legit the only way. I was the first (and only) person who saw the place and it’s your basic Unicorn, even though a unicorn cannot be basic. The wee place is on the top floor of a house. I’ll basically be in the roof. Slanted ceilings. There’s a yard. It’s walking distance to the beach. There are two huge closets. It’s close to my sister’s. It’s in my price range. I didn’t ask “how on earth is this possible?”, gift horse/mouth etc., I just jumped on it. I had the apartment by the next day, signed lease in hand. The move is screaming towards me down the pike. The main issue, as always, is dealing with my library. The books. Oh God, the books. I do yearly purges of the collection, so the number of books remains fairly static but still … IYKYK.