3 posts tagged “home”
time's completely flying. i keep forgetting to update this, though i spend so little time these days on the internet that it's truly of little consequence. the job is still going well, and i'm amazed at exactly how fast i can spend my new and improved paycheck. for instance today i went to dean and deluca and spent 30 dollars on candy. hello violet marshmallows and triple chocolate toffee. i'm trying to pretend that i didn't buy an orange-blossom marshmallow because it's yucky-gross (blame the fancy-pants french).
i'm getting hella into analog photography. on my unfinished uber-list is 'shoot one roll of film a week' and so far so good. i'm having a lot of fun with my diana+ and holga cameras, and then some.
i'm boring and fat and happy. huzzah.
i'm going to go primp and preen. maybe moisturize and do my nails while watching the colbert report. i hope you're all doing as well.
Show us something seasonal.
there is something wholly unsettling about sitting in your home, watching a realtor show the place to potential buyers who have no intention of letting you continue to rent your beloved home.
i've moved so often, in some instances more than twice in one year... from place to place like a nomad, looking for something to call my own. something with no too many bugs, or rodents, without hookers or junkies on my stoop, and no one to knock my bedroom door down uninvited on a hot sunday night.
the fact that we found this place was a bit of luck, with much of that luck having to do with laurenn insisting we take on the place after her friends leela and tom decided to move on (to someplace they'd actually OWN, the lucky ducks). i love this place... it's got beautiful victorian details, tons of light and space, and it's quiet. the neighborhood is on the rise, as they say, and we were so in love with the place when we moved in last year that we even went ahead and painted- because we had no intentions of moving.
about a month ago our landlord let us know he was thinking of selling our building. the beautiful brownstone that's home to todd and i and 2 other families. he wants just shy of a million... and would that i had it, i'd not think twice in investing it here. i've usually been working when the prospective buyers have traipsed through our home... but on tuesday i got to sit through my second showing. i watched as eurotrash woman bedecked in barney's coop's best and gold chains asked about our closet space and roof access. my kittens cowered under the couch and i sat primly above them with a cheshire grin i perfected at my retail gig, all the while wishing death upon anyone who'd make me leave here before i'm good and ready.
the landlord insists that he'll give us 'plenty of time' notice if we have to vacate. but plenty and time are both subject terms. who knows what he considers to be plenty. i know we as renters have rights, and i'm not truly worried about that just yet. our lease is up in october though, and i suspect the worst... to tell the truth.
