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.
Cynical Idealism 
Good luck with the rest of it!
Thanks! This one didn’t pan out but there are several more on my list, so I think it’ll be okay. Plus, I’ve got a few months on my time table so I’m not worried about having to settle for something that’s not awesome.