...shot gun opera lock and load/ cock it back and then watch it go...

So. A guy tried to break into our apartment last Sunday. Jim caught him red-handed and called the cops, but it's become the final straw, so to speak, and we're apartment-hunting now.

In case I haven't told you the story, ( here's what happened. )

We've kinda narrowed in on one place and we'll probably be signing a new lease sometime next week. I'm glad to be moving - I've wanted to for a while. But there are two downsides. The first is that this new place is pretty much gonna max out our monthly income. We were gonna wait to move until I found a full-time job, but that hasn't happened yet, and we're at the point where moving is no longer optional. So we're gonna be very tight on the purse-strings until I can find work. Sucky thing number two is that I haven't yet found a place that will accept exotic pets, which means I still can't have my corn snake actually living with me, dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. D:

I was going somewhere with this, I promise.

ETA: Oh, right! ( The rest of the story. )

tl;dr - WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT LEAVING OUR APARTMENT UNOCCUPIED. But we do. Hence, moving.