Ha! Ha ha!
As it turns out, I am still here, with no clear departure date in sight. And not only am I itching (literally! mosquito bites everywhere!) to get out of my parents' house, but I don't know if you realize, but it is summer right now in Mythaca, a rare blink-and-you'll-miss-it event, and Internet, I am missing it. We do have four seasons there, sure--winter, early winter, late winter, and summer; and summer, as far as I am concerned, is the only reason worth sticking out the other three. I have put in more than my fair share of winters, and now I am ready for some sweet, sweet Mythaca summer, dammit! I only have--gulp--sixteen days left on my lease there, and instead of actually being there and hiking and swimming in waterfalls, I am stuck in the soul-sucking suburbs of Maryland going bleary-eyed from all the Craigslist searching.
I've seen a dozen or so apartments over the last few days--
The other problem being, of course, that even once I decide on an apartment there are no guarantees I'll actually get it. Nearly every apartment I've seen so far has been an open house type of situation. It generally goes like this: I'll arrive five or more minutes early and walk in to find there are already ten or more people there, milling about the tiny space, and more pouring in every minute. It is quite literally insane. I've even started recognizing some of the same people over and over (Orphan Annie, Dreadlocks Guy). It's a ridiculously competitive market, and apparently my soon-to-be-employed-as-a-French-teacher gig is not winning any contests. I put in an application on the nearly-perfect, expensive-but-no-laundry apartment and did the obligatory interview-to-prove-I-am-not-crazy with the landlord, who said she would try to make a decision by Tuesday. Given that it is now Thursday, and as far as I can tell she has not even called my references, I am afraid that it's not looking good.
I am hoping my luck is about to turn. It is Bastille Day, after all. How could it not be lucky? So here's to le quatorze juillet, et l'appartement de mes rêves! (And my swift and triumphant return to Mythaca!)