I started some of the prepping. I did the bathroom and got that out of the way, knowing that’d be the hardest room. Meanwhile, we’re waiting for the jury to return a verdict of either “you’re in” or “you’re not in.” Tom doesn’t think we’ll go broke if we get in, and he says he still thinks we might not if we don’t. I think we’ll definitely go broke in a motel, and that getting in would certainly lessen the chances, but not guarantee it.

My first thought about having to play motel was that that’d not only be a major inconvenience for us but up our chances dramatically of going broke, till I realized it could be a good thing. It’s a hell of a long shot, but having to go to a motel may give us a chance to skip the apartments altogether and get a house. Most of the houses listed online are by property management companies and they require you to make 3 times the rent. But Tom said that the individuals renting places that don’t go through management companies don’t usually have the money to advertise online. Instead, they put signs up or run newspaper ads, and they don’t usually have such high standards for renters.

I still have to believe God wants us to live in noisy places. The question is, can we live in one that’s noisy, but tolerable like this place is? Or do we have to go back to the maddening extremes? I guess it’ll depend on if he wants us to suffer financially or not, or just listen to people’s shit.