Somehow, through 25 years of life, going to college, graduating, being unemployed, getting a job, getting laid off, getting another job, buying a car, getting laid off again, and then finally getting an actual real job where they won’t lay me off (maybe?) I haven’t moved out of my parents’ house. I mean, other than living in various dorms and apartments in college, but that hardly counts. This is REAL with rent and all that.
What I’m trying to say is - cross your fingers that the girls who live in the apartment I’m going to see are nice and not some creepy weirdos or something and will accept me as their roommate.