After looking for a long time, on and off since mid September, I found an apartment that my girlfriend and I are very, very happy with, that is reasonable affordable, and is in an awesome neighborhood! Washington Park, for those who know Denver geography. My mother, the gracious and awesome soul, is co-signing our rental application, acting as a guarantor. Basically, the market is so crazy in the favor of those renting out houses and apartments, that we needed to be employed with decent incomes with Denver employers before even being approved. Which is a problem because neither my girlfriend nor I live in Denver or have jobs there. It's a catch-22, though I understand it from an economic standpoint: there's no reason for property managers to take any risks because there are a thousand people moving to Colorado a week, last I heard. So it's their market, not ours.

The application I drop off this afternoon, and then, as my very religious boss says, "it's in God's hands now." I hope they approve! If they do, we move in early January.

PS - Man do I hate those applications, where you state past and previous salaries, and previous rental rates and landlords, etc. It's like if you aren't living an up-and-coming Yuppie lifestyle, for example volunteering for a year or are doing an interesting work exchange on an alpaca ranch, you have no business here.

PPS - I love my mommy. What a gal. Wouldn't have a snowball's chance if she hadn't decided to help.