missing

What I will/won’t miss about my flat:

• pimp/ho fisticuffs during the wee hours;
• siren orchestra of Fire Station #3;
• the little man who slept by the front door of my building who would always say he was sorry when I tiptoed past;
• surly neighbors;
• always-packed laundromat;
• lanky smokers in front of the corner bar, all elbows and coals;
• lack of street-lamps;
• single-paned windows;
• tissue-thin taxi brakes;
• the 2, 3, and 4 bus lines, especially that tschhhhhh noise;
• the Angriest Beggar who called me “sweetheart” when he needed anything and “bitch” when he realized he wasn’t going to get it … every single time;
• bridge-and-tunnel screechers after the bars close;
• and every single unexplained loud noise in the night.

It’s been quite a year for me here. Living in this neighborhood definitely challenged me; working and living in this neighborhood exhausts me. I am looking forward to living in the “suburbs”, sleepy quiet, near the ocean and the park and not much else. Most of all, I am looking forward to living with my partner in a proper house that we will furnish and care for together.

Goodbye, little nest.  Onward to the next roost!

About Halsted M. Bernard

Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.

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