Apartment hunting is leaving me with a subtle but noticeable feeling of anxiety: The moment I turn my back from my computer, the perfect apartment will appear on Craigslist and will instantly be snatched up by someone — someone other than me.
If my computer collected such detailed statistics, it would inform me that I’ve refreshed the Craigslist housing page approximately 9,875,203 times in the past twenty four hours, which is officially bordering on both obsession and paranoia.
