Yesterday I phoned the agency and they had said that because my salary wasn't three times the monthly rent, I might not be considered without a guarantor. So in my head I thought fuck that and started looking at other places. Fuck them and their beautiful, spacious, gorgeously-situated flat. Fuck fuck fuck. When they called this morning to say the landlord was offering me the tenancy, my brain was on a sort of delay and didn't react. I wasn't going to get this flat. It took a few hours to go OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING GODDING GOD.
I'm still quite scared about the whole thing, but it's happening. I am moving to Gent in slightly less than four weeks.
These are my windows. They are lovely windows.