…my view includes an enormous tree that is sticking it to Old Man Winter by beginning to show wee buds, and by sporting branches full of birds continuously bursting in song.
The witchy lucky streak shines on, my Wicked Luvs. Before I started driving back to New York, I lined up a few possibilities for living arrangements. My best friend went to check them out for me. My first choice had uncanny green walls—yes, I liked it because of the earthy-gone-wild color, also because of the nearby graveyard and state park. I almost moved into the green place, but the landlord left me five messages in less than 36 hours. The insistence freaked me out, so I moved on.
I went to see three other places. I fell in love with the first, an attic. The landlord had a few other people coming to see the place the next day. He said I was at the top of the list, but he would feel bad if he didn’t show it to the other prospective tenants, too. The second and third places were lovely, but I had already gone head over heel for the attic. I mean, the shape of the ceiling is perfect, there is a total of four windows, I would have access to a deck, and as I mentioned in the title, the closet is a room bigger than the bedroom.
A few days went by… I lost a few hairs during the wait… if I ever let my fingernails grow long, I would probably have none to speak of. Yesterday, I secured the place. I will sign the paperwork today, and hope to be completely moved in by Friday.
Finding a living space in New York is no easy task. Securing a place that is clean, economical, with a deck, spacious, located in a safe area, and with a bit a nature at arm’s reach is magic.
The trip left Perlo, my MINI, splashed with dirt and salt…
But salt is cleansing, so I’m smiling the smut away…
And my light (and the Perlo’s) is shining on ;-)