A little over four years ago, I was looking for a new apartment. After about six weeks of searching, prospects looked bleak. I had probably seen a good 10-15 apartments, but only two of them really matched up with what I was looking for. One of the landlords simply picked a different applicant for the apartment and the other landlord – who had her tenant handle her showings and whom I had never met – never got back to me. One night after another viewing of a place that wasn’t going to work for me, I was walking home wondering what I was going to do. My old place had gotten expensive and developed a mouse problem and I also really wanted a change of scenery. I needed to move, but all I could find were expensive “luxury” apartments and places that didn’t have real kitchens. I really wasn’t sure what I should do.
Then my phone rang. The caller identified herself and the name sounded famililar for some reason. It took a couple seconds for it to hit me, but then I remembered: it was the landlord that never got back to me! About six weeks had passed since I turned in the application for that apartment and I had held out hope for awhile, but after a month and a half, I had pretty much given up hope that I would hear back about the apartment. It turned out, the landlord HAD selected someone else to move in, but the day before the new tenant was to move in, he backed out. Was I still looking for an apartment? Was I still interested? Hell yeah! I signed the lease the next day and two weeks later, I was moved in to a great new apartment where I have resided ever since.
I’m not sure if it was because I had been hoping that the landlord would still find my paperwork and give me a call or if I just had Phil Collins on the brain for some reason, but I do remember being possessed by the strong desire to listen to Collins’ “Don’t Lose My Number” when I got home that evening, new apartment in hand. Every time I hear the song, I’m still reminded of how delighted I was to get that phone call and this apartment.
Ironically, the day I moved in, I noticed that the elevator in my building was made by a local elevator company called… Collins Elevator. Naturally, my very first instinct upon seeing that was to dress the elevator up as Phil Collins for Halloween. Pictures of Phil! Quotes from his songs! It was fantastic!
Don’t Lose My Number – Phil Collins