The search for a new place is in full effect. I just gave a good 120 days notice. If nothing else, I am a planner. In life, if you cannot plan for it, how good could the occasion possibly be?
The list has been dwindled down to three. Three particular places that I assume will be fine. There was a fourth, but a quick trip proved it to be less than ideal. Big? Absolutely. A garage!?? Why heavens yes. They lost me when they said that there's no washer or dryer. Are we in New York? Last time I checked this is Texas, and my time here should at least come with a way to wash my clothes.
Now that I've looked at everything in person, it's time to stalk each complex online to see what pops up. I'm not too worried about it. I assume something will work out. What's meant to be will always find a way.