I didn’t get the apartment and now I’m feeling so sad that it’s hard to breathe. Having that disappointment on top of all the other disappointment is proving to be more than I can handle. I just really feel like if I’m moving out of my home that I wanted to be going to some place that I felt could be my new home. This apartment felt like home. I already had started decorating it in my own mind, and I could picture what my life was going to be like there. And the best part of it was that I was going to be able to move in on the 15th, so my new life was going to be able to start so soon.
Sigh. Now I’m stuck here for a while longer, feeling like I just had the rug pulled out from under me.