Hunting for a roof to live under seems somewhat analogous to the search for a significant other.

You spend hours after hours on end trawling about, trying to find one; you sift through the dozens, hundreds, thousands of advertisements, classifieds (just like how some people are walking advertisements, sometimes of the things on them, sometimes of themselves), and what-not, almost convinced that you're not going to find something that is good (and cheap/low-maintenance/whatever-else)-- that fits your budget, meets your needs, is near enough, has everything you need, etc.

(So cheap?! How many bathrooms does it have? Are utilities included? It must be very far away right? What's the catch? It's just too good to be true.)

Then, you pluck up the courage, and make calls--some politely turn you down, some you politely turn down (and in your head you go: "SO EXPENSIVE?" or "SO FAR AWAY?!" or even "mad...*mutters*")--you check out those you already know, hoping somebody will give one up (take it in what sense thou wilt hahaha), then you make lots and lots of cold calls, keeping your fingers crossed, but almost always finding something or another lacking.

And then time starts rapping her knuckles on your head, reminding you that time is running out--and you finally get off your rump, and go walk around, first at the fashionably distant places, even though you know they're pretty much out-of-reach; then, you go to the even more off-shot places, not knowing what you're doing; finally, you realise you have not checked out the nearest, most obvious places, before you finally make a huge about-turn and return to right where you were standing ten thousand years ago before you started on your uber-long journey.

And so, you think, "Oh! Yeah! It's right where I should've looked in the first place!", and you're overjoyed--it's a great price, in a great location, and it's just about right! Yet, upon closer inspection after the initial fervour of finding the (almost-)perfect match, you realise that someone else is considering it, and a tinge of disappointment, some worry, et al. creeps up on you, and you realise that you've been made fortune's fool once again.

Oh well--Monday, it is! Let's see how it goes.