Househunting in July

I.
First there was Amelia—her powder room, her lovely home.

II.
Filet of the neighborhood. We thought we could rent it.

III.
Amelia was lying. She had already rented to someone else.

IV.
After Amelia, bedrooms looked like closets. Kitchens looked like bathrooms.

V.
We kept going to these places at dawn, sort of.

VI.
We didn't want "another Amelia." This was my big initiative.

VII.
I was reading this book where someone dies of insomnia.

VIII.
That's just what happens, when you're addicted to Craigslist.

IX.
Or when your lease is up. You take your bed.

X.
You put it in this truck. There's nowhere to go.