Flathunt

All right - a slight update.
So this is my last week at Morgan Stanley... On Friday I was out with one work mate of mine and almost missed the opportunity of my life for a really nice little flat that is quite a bargain for what it is.
I went to see it 1.5 hours late (ugh how embarrasing) and I was slightly tipsy as well by the time I got there. I was pretty sure that I didn't get it because it was nice, well located, cheap and included all the bills, so I wasn't the only person who went to see it.
I pulled all my charmga cards from my pocket (you know the usual: professional female in her late 20s, working for a big investment bank etc. etc.) and yet I still felt that the man wasn't too impressed when I left.
I called him on Saturday to make sure that he understood that I was very interested in it and STILL he said that he will wait until Monday to make a decision. Well, Monday came and I was getting very nervous. I went to see some other flats just in case but none of them were in my price range nor did I really like them much. I really wanted that studio flat because the moment I walked into that tiny living area I felt that I was home.
Well, I got home on Monday evening with no phone call from the landlord. I was getting a bit sad and knew that I shouldn't have killed the spider the previous night because it's bad luck... nor should I have though negatively before that I wasn't going to get it because negative thoughts usually magically happen when you dwell on them beforehand.
Around 8 in the evening I decided that I couldn't live with the pressure of not knowing and I called the landlord... AND HE TOLD ME THAT THEY WOULD OFFER THE PLACE FOR ME IF I WANTED IT.
I still have to come up with £500 TODAY to go pay the deposit but I will go sell my soul if I have to to get it sorted out, I want this place so bad and I am going to get it.
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I can't wait for all this drama be over - I just want to return to some normality. I'm keeping quite positive though.