Remember my apartment? To recap, I have a cool apartment. I'm subletting it under the table. Things were going peachy keen, until last night, when I was informed by the middle-man that my deposit check had bounced. Which was, ah, shocking? I had been told the whole time that the deposit check was not going to be used unless actually needed, so I hadn't made sure I had the money in my account. I'm hoping it was a miscommunication. I'm sending an e-mail about it today.
This didn't stop me from scouring the room for my most important items and having them ready to shove in my backpack. I did stop short of finding out exactly where the youth hostel was.