Going to look at an apartment with Mike tonight. It came highly recommended by a colleague of mine. I don't think we'll take it too seriously but I think it will be a good basis of comparison. Mike has been going back and forth on the idea of whether or not he wants his own garage. Last night he decided he did so it looks like we'll be looking into condos now. Besides, I don't want him putting all his projects off for another two years and I think having an old beat up hotrod and his very own place to work on it will help him cope with the inevitable shock and possible depression of being away from his hometown and friends.
Up until recently, I was scared for him and he was the one reassuring me he'd be fine. I finally took his word for it and last night he did get a little scared. Nothing like a man to get cold feet at the worst possible moment. i.e. looking at a place today. I guess that just suddenly made this whole thing that much more real to him.
I'm feeling neutral. I think it will be more fun than anything else. I already know they don't allow bulldogs so Mike's not happy. If they don't allow pugs either, then fuck them.
Have a good weekend. See you Monday.