She made me pomegranate tea, sweetened it with organic honey, and accompanied it with naturally dried apples.
I saw a few other apartments after that, but my heart went back to the professor’s sweet eyes, her rich laugh, and how right it felt to be around her. I was honest with the rest of the prospective landlords—I told them I really loved the first place—they lowered the rent, threw in exclusive yard use, driveway privileges, took half off the first month's rent… I tasted pomegranate, honey, and had smiles flashbacks.
I called the professor after I was done with my interviews, I told her that all the other places were amazing and that people were getting very accommodating. She proved that she could be “very accommodating” too. She threw in a bunch of perks, even tea pot *grin*. The thing is that she didn’t have to do a thing; she had me at “I have a degree on death and dying. I teach at the local college because I love it. My students are like dessert. I love my old mutt with all my heart. Look, Magic (one of the beautiful cats) wants some attention, isn’t he a darling?”
Those were the things that told me that I had found a home. And when she said, “I hope you are planning to cleanse this place before you move, some of the contractors really screwed me over”, I knew I had also found a friend. I’m in love with the studio, the neighborhood, Staten Island, and the fact that I get to ride the ferry to school!
None of this would have happened, if you had not sent me all your positive energy. I could feel the warmth of your wishes, guiding me and encouraging me, as I searched for a home. Thank you so much my Wicked Darlings! Now get ready for some pictures:
Staten Island from the Ferry 1
Staten Island from the Ferry 2
The Statue of Liberty from the Ferry: my view on the way to school
Part of The City from the Ferry