Nervously awaiting an answer

All weekend I have felt like a kid waiting to hear if I got into the college of my choice.  I spent last week looking for apartments to sublet and the one that I liked best said that they would be making a decision over the weekend... the waiting is killing me!!!  I visited 5 places, and the one we are waiting on is my top choice. It is on the Upper West Side - nice safe neighborhood, easy commute -- subway I need is 1 1/2 blocks from the apartment. 

The runner-up is an apartment on the East River just over FDR Drive - the perk to this one is that the woman who owns it lives in Miami with her husband and is only in the city one or two weeks a month.  The downside is that its kind of not close to anything (not exactly a lot of restaurants and bars on the FDR), although that doesn't matter too much, since I will only be there during the week.  She was a little funny about me having Adam come visit, which we hadn't really planned on doing much anyway, but I would like it to be an option.  She is kind of freaked about what the bldg mgmt will think.  She also made some weird comment about her family having alcoholics in it and I need to respect that this is shared living space and blah, blah, blah.. one woman who lived with her would drink a glass of wine each night.  So, that's a little weird and I don't want to feel looked down on for having the occasional glass of wine -- then again, its not like she is going to be there much... just gave me a weird vibe.  But, hey, she said I could move in, she's flexible on move-out date, and it would be nice to have a more permanent living situation figured out.  There is one other apartment that I am seeing on Monday, so all is not lost.