The deposit on the new place goes down tomorrow. I have a small feeling this is a giant mistake, but perhaps that’s just because someone told me how unhappy my landlord seemed this morning about us moving out, and now I feel bad. And it’s not just because he’s losing money this way, that he probably feels bad. It’s also probably because he actually likes us and we’ve never been shitty tenants, and he’ll miss my cat who is cool and possibly homosexual. We have a mutual respect, except that he didn’t offer to bargain the rent until after we had found a new place. Shit damn!
I was sad today for the first time in a real long while. I had no one to speak to in the late Louis Riel’s francophone accent, and I don’t know. I just felt low. Lousy nice landlord. Pff.