This boy is still in my house, still on my couch, still homeless.
He sends out emails, he goes to open houses, but yet rejected he is again. What might he be doing wrong? What might he do better?
I know you know the pain of looking for a place in DC. We’ve all been there, and hope not to be there again. And we all can at least image the how a month on a couch ain’t good for family relations.
So do me, do him, do all of us a favor: spill you [apartment, room, group] house hunting secrets, and spill them now!
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
