Getting the boot?

I'm feeling a little anxious.  Our landlord called the other day (which in of itself is unusual) asking how long we were planning on being in the area.  He then proceeded to tell us that the owner wanted his daughter, who will be a senior at Duke next year, to move into the apartment.  Although the conversation ended with the idea that he was just touching base and getting an idea of our plans, he called again not too long after asking if he could stop by and see the place since he hadn't been in a while (like last two+ years).  He made an appointment to stop by today (Friday), so we made sure we had everything looking top-notch to show how well we take care of the apartment and how much better it looks than when we moved in.  It turns out that he showed up WITH the owner's daughter!  Had we known she was coming we may have tried to make it look a little more dumpy.  And as luck would have it,  it seems that she was quite taken with the place.  I think it's just a matter of time before we get that phone call saying we need to be out by such-and-such date.

So, I'm feeling a little heart-sick about it all.  No one had rented the apartment for 2-3 years before Clark moved in August 2007, so we didn't think there was any pressure or competition.  Clark and I are rather fond of our semi-ghetto, slightly older town home.  We love the rent, the layout, and while it's not perfect, it is our first home.  Not to mention that moving is awful.  I know I'm jumping the gun a little since nothing is certain but I can't kick the subtle dread that we could quite likely be getting kicked out of our home in just a few months.
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