There, I said it. I mean it. I want to stay. Now of course I will probably be leaving, and isn’t that just the way of it? You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone (and yes, they paved Paradise and put up a parking lot).
Kent and I have been talking a lot over the last month about what makes living here hard. We have met some fantastic people who are now very dear friends (hi Fiona, David, Mikael, Daniel, Shima, Steven, Kathrine, Andrew and the rest of you). They’ve stuck with us through
Well it’s not most of the people. It’s where we live, not our neighborhood but our building, and a few of the people who live here too. Plus let’s not forget the fun we’ve had with water. Oh and the utter lack of light. That’s a big deal. I’m tired of taking massive amounts of vitamin D.
Earlier this month, we had a brief moment of hope when we thought we might actually be able to put our place on the market (alas for our futile hopes), so we talked about where we’d like to rent. Yes, rent. We’re done with owning for a while. Given the economy and our precarious job situations, we need more flexibility. Anyway—we started talking about where in Boston we would rent.
I realized I don’t really want to leave the South End. I like it here. I would love it if I were on a second floor with big ol windows and nice or at least beta neutral neighbors. Heck if they were just not utter turdballs, that would be an improvement.
Now let me also say very quickly that a couple of the other folks in our building have been wonderful (hi Peter and Tony). And they’re also stuck here until the nastiness is settled. It’s just that the Nasties and the Ferals are so, well, nasty and feral that it completely drowns out how nice Tony and Peter are.
And of course I don't want to leave Kent and the kitties. That's the biggest reason of all.
But all my wishing is for nought, at least right now. I can’t find a job here and I have an offer of a six to nine month contract in Kansas City. The money is decent and pays a heck of a lot more than unemployment. So it looks as though a week from today, I'll be driving my trusty little Fit halfway across the country. I’ll wave at you all as I pass through your states.
6 comments:
Never again in a basement apartment.
Agreed. Never, ever ever again.
Most definitely not. The smell alone would drive me out.
It doesn't actually smell in here, well unless we are ultra lax about scooping litter.
But it's dark. One window gets sunshine in it, and that's the one at the bottom of a window well.
One reason we ended up buying a house (besides the whole "we wanna have kids" thing) was that top floor apts (the ONLY consideration) were harder to come by. I will never ever live under anyone else again.
Also - congrats on the job. The fact that it is short-term and pays well is good. It'll give you time to consider the next step. And be paid for it in the meantime.
And if you want to do anything besides wave--like spend the night--we'd be delighted to offer you a place to sleep and anything else you need.
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