So, it looks like I am moving. And my real window of opportunity is next weekend. And the apartment I found has already been rented. So here was my afternoon:
"yes, do you have any one-bedroom apartments available? On the ground floor? Next weekend? Hello? Are you still there? Hello?"
Yeah. I won't bore you with the insanely busy details of my next week. But OHMIHEAVENSTOBETSY I am off my rocker! And, to top it all off, my church is supposed to fast tomorrow until Sunday morning. Fast from food. I've got your fast right here. It's called just how FAST can I get this food into my mouth?!
Okay. Maybe this is a little exaggerated (maybe?). I'm not going to be destitute if I don't find an apartment by next weekend. I live with family. They won't kick me out. I'm just going to be very inconvenienced. But I'll live, and I'll get it figured out. God already has it figured out, and He'll let me in on it. Eventually. Until then, I'll just freak out a little on my end...and breathe...breathe...breathe...breathe...