We're here! We're here!

I am currently sitting in the Green Lake Zoka with my lovely wife. We just finished the Wednesday NYT crossword (because we're awesome), and now we are killing time reading Bill Bryson and blogging before we head out to three apartment showings. Then dinner with friends and back home to the Little House on the Farm. Among the many things that I've learned in the last couple of weeks, one of the most applicable to our search for HOUSING '09-'10 is that you never, EVER call something an apartment. They're units, people. Like, I emailed people about setting up showings, and each of them responded, without fail, by calling them a unit. In my mind, the conversation went like this:

Me: When could we stop by and see the apartment? Would Wednesday evening work?

Landlord: Well, I'll be showing the UNIT from 6:30 to 7:00 on Wednesday. Stop on by!

Me: Um...okay.

So, our options. No. 1 is a basement apartment in Green Lake. So far we like everything but the location, which is a little far north and inconvenient for bus lines. No. 2 is an apartment apartment in Fremont, which is probably the front runner. No. 3 is a basement apartment in Queen Anne, which would be the obvious leader if it didn't have 6'6" ceilings. But we'll see - those Craigslist photos have a way of deceiving you.