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!

3 thoughts on “missing

  1. mrshall

    I just realized I’ve been reading your blog for five years! It’s one of only a couple that I still follow. Your happiness is just so contagious that I’m sitting here grinning. I’m really delighted for you, although I only know you through your blog.

    Best of luck! Mrs. Hall aka habitatgirl


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