Home Sweet Home

I realize I haven't blogged in about 10 years, but lest you think I'm getting lazy, I thought I would update you on what I've been up to, which is.... MOVING!

It's official, my ten block life is underway, and although I don't have time at the moment to sit down and put some thought into my words, I figured the least I could do is show you some pictures.

I love this building almost as much as I love Lola, and that is saying something. As soon as you walk up to the front door, you get this magnificent feeling of walking into the past, and considering that the building was built in 1917, you almost are.

I'm such a nerd; I got super excited just seeing my name on the board.

Then as I walked up the five flights of stairs (of course, I walked to savor the moment and the joy), I took in the smells of a hundred years of memories, of people like me experiencing their first moments in the building and of decades both more difficult and less than our own.

It's the same feeling I get at the History Museum, a certain reverence for those who've gone before us.

An intense curiosity at what living in different time would be like.

But, as I walked through my beautiful green door with giant gold numbers and an old school knocker, I saw my kitchen and quickly realized I would find out what living in the past was like.

Microwave? no. Ice maker? no. Central heat? no. Central AC? no. Cable? no. Insulation? no. Lead-based paint? yes. 100% of my love? absolutely.

I won't even post pictures of my bathroom. You can get an idea by standing in place and imagining a toilet behind you, a sink 4 inches in front of you and a tub one door width to your right.

It's..... well. It's quaint.

Most importantly, I can now come home, walk into my open living room encased in windows, walk onto my balcony and see a view of the city I love.

I would give up every modern convenience in the world for that, and perhaps... I have.

But even on a day like today, where the damp haze can sometimes get you down, this view brings a smile to face and a warmth to my soul that is irreplaceable.

I haven't quite figured out what I'm doing with my life - where I'm going or why I'm going there - but I do know this, for now, I can say, I've found home.

Since leaving my parents home after high school, I've had temporary dwellings that were just a place to rest my pretty little head, but maybe now I can hang up a picture and call this place my own.

Then again, for anyone who knows me, I'm as temperamental as the weather, so we shall see.