Recently everybody I know has started moving into my apartment building. Ok, not really everybody. But a friend from college moved in, then a friend from grad school. Another friend from college is moving in next month. None of these people are totally dying to live near me; they’re all just moving to D.C. and needed a nice place to live. My building is nice, and they’d all heard about it from me.
Then the other day I was walking along a basement hallway and who did I see? A former college roommate. She’d just moved in, too.
(I don’t really know everybody, but I like to pretend I do. Read about it.)