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Movin' on up. Maybe.

Alan and Andy are both moving this month. Now I might be, too. A "For Rent" sign appeared in front of the cute stucco building down the street from me, and within an hour I was inside, drooling on the fireplace, dishwasher, disposal, balcony, storage, and back yard, none of which I have now. Oh, and it's cheaper. Plus, the landlord sounds super-responsible, unlike the truant running my current building. Katie from down the hall would be my new roommate, so we have to see if our cats will get along. Downside: my bedroom would be smaller and the apartment isn't nearly as cute as my current one (which has leaded glass cupboards, a darling built-in chest in the bathroom, and curved moldings). And one other criteria on my perfect-apartment-wish-list isn't met: I still can't bring my piano, since there are three other units in the building. And do I want to live with a roommate again? What if Katie and I start to loathe each other? But I've gotten along well with my past roommates who were like Katie. I'm in no hurry to move out of my current building; nothing's broken except the landlord, but Katie's roof has been leaking for a month. Seven people have moved out of our building in the last month for similar unfixed problems. But inertia is a stong force.