We found an apartment. It's really big. The backyard is really big. It feels a little dingy. I'm going to get used to it, and I will paint it to make it cleaner feeling. But I might cry first, and there might be drinking, or just crying; I don't approve of sad-drinking.
We just have to wait for the credit score/applicationyness/stuff I don't understand/paperwork to go through and get approved, or something. The best part about being married is letting someone else do the stuff you don't understand.
Bottom line: We're waiting to see if we get the place. I'll let you know.