done done and done.

Disaster averted.

These words resound in my mind and consciousness for reasons that’ll quickly come clear.

Yesterday Colleen, with Place A/”closet space,” and I agreed that I’d move in.

Further, we agreed that today (or tomorrow at the latest) I’d come by to deposit the rent and receive the key.

At noon today I called and left a request that she call back.

To her knowledge, I was calling to make final arrangements for my move-in.

She was unaware of the change of plan; I would not be moving in after all.

And I was calling to inform her directly, rather than by voice message, which to my standards lacked integrity and respect.

She never called back.

Absolute confirmation and validation I did right by choosing the place (B) with the mother-daughter and cool backyard

Thank God I hadn’t  yet signed papers or handed over money. I just know that in the change of course that I wouldn’t have gotten it all back and/or been stuck living in a space that, if you’ve been following the story, raised red flags, however subtle or challenging to articulate.

So Saturday’s my move date.

Done done and done.

Moral of the story: Sometimes the 11th-hour save is a facade, a charade, an empty promise.

Always trust your gut.

Pay attention to red flags, even when they defy logic and appearances in the 3D world.

And trust only those who prove themselves worthy of trust.

In the closing sentence, Colleen didn’t.

Disaster averted.

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