I think I’m close. I’ve got a house in my sights. All I need to do . . . is pull the trigger.
BLAM. And then the lease agreement will be signed, and it will all be over . . . except for the moving.
It really is quite remarkable how you can make anything sound ominous with the right metaphorical language. I should work for the news media!
Seriously, though, I’ve ridden by so many houses over the past few days. I wonder how many people have looked our their window only to be startled by a helmet-clad man in a black and green jacket, peering into the window of a neighboring house.
Fortunately, no one has asked about me yet. I might end up living in one of these places and one really wants to put the best foot forward when meeting new neighbors.