I suppose subletting our apartment is part and parcel of our travel experience, but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it. Last night I couldn’t sleep, I was kicking myself for the things I should have done and said, feeling totally taken advantage of. Subletting feels like an intricate game of strategy whose rules I am unfamiliar with – poker comes to mind. Worst of all I felt like it’s all out of my control, how much more could I possibly do at this point? Waiting for the “right” email and knowing that the days are ticking down.
I suppose though that I should get used to not feeling in control. I’m sure there are going to be situations where we have very little in the way of controlling what’s happening and that we’ll just have to go with the flow. So I guess we’ll just have to sit tight and hope for the best.
A Surlee Voyage 
Word.
Remember you said this. You’ll need it. But in a good way.