Ah, but that little blog invites the tale of how i wound up living with Matt. “Wound up” is the perfect phrase, since there was no intention involved. As early as March i was asking my friends from the Drexel Players where they were going to live. I pointedly neglected to turn in a housing deposit so i would be forced to get an apartment and as of right now i can asure you that was the best idea i ever had.

I had plenty of housing prospects, struck up at parties and while manning the box office. In fact, at a point we had a house full of people confirmed. Being the lowly and uninformed Freshman, i told potential roommates, all of them upperclassmen, that i had no idea where to begin but would look for places if they could give me a little direction. They all already lived off-campus so knew how to go about looking for a place, and i simply didn’t realize how easy it was.

Owing to both of those factors, really, i found myself potentially homeless in June, and headed into a grueling schedule of leading Orientations for new Freshmen. With only one day a week off (this was before the collarbone injury, which is another story entirely) i was afraid i’d never get to look for a place. I found someone in a similar situation and made the same plea to them: point me in a direction and i’ll do the work for us. I wasn’t really taken up on the offer, but to be fair i know that he was busy too. Despairing that i was doomed to live at home for the year, one day i was idly reading shafted and saw this (beware, huge load time, most of it is non-essential pictures tho). The rest, as they say, is history. I replied, Matt and i chatted, and once we saw a place or two together we grabbed a local paper and went hardcore searching. Once i realized how simple it was, i simply made sure our schedules were coordinated and booked appointments. And here we are now.

I suppose all of those other folks should have believed me when i said i would do the legwork for them. Oh well… there’s always next year.