>I got a call from my real estate agent yesterday–a pleasant woman named Shelly–letting me know that an apartment I’d been interested in a few months ago was back on the market and that the seller was now, in her words, “very motivated.”As with all real estate fantasies, I’d enjoyed a brief, torrid affair with the apartment in my mind, but had since moved on to other fantasy apartments and concerns. Or, had I?I woke up this morning thinking about the apartment, obsessing over it, wondering if I would be happy there. I thought about the cats. What would they…