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No one's home but me tonight. I had a passover dinner at Anthony's that was lovely. I got to see some people I love spending time with, I got to participate in a Thingy, and I had an excuse to re-dye my hair. Now I am so, so, so tired.
I'm not even sure what to say beyond that, except that I felt so good to be coming home -- to *my home*, that hasn't changed despite the move to come -- and now I'm here and the space is quiet and welcoming and I'm in my home and it's good. Restful, relaxing: I really do like this. And now I can sleep.
The studio in Kits called me up and offered me the place today. It's a stand-alone building two blocks from work in a vine-covered yard behind a shop heated only by a gas stove, though it has a full fridge/stove/etc. $500/month plus utilities. Minuses: shower-only that's super-gross, shaded yard so no tomatoes, far from tarnsit (though pretty bikeable to anywhere) and the dealbreaker is that it's only six months to a year and a half before it's torn down. Now, knowing construction stuff that might actually mean five years, but the place on 42nd has come up three times now when I'm moving, then gone back to unavailable till I was moving next and so I'm going to roll with the sign being waved in my face there and take that one.
It's a bitch to give up the Kits place though. I mean, $500? Stand-alone!? With fire!!!
So now there's one light on in the house and the glow from the computer monitor, the cats and rats need to be fed, and I need to be tucked in to bed. It's very quiet here. I will miss the quiet: Victoria's never quiet and there are tons of sirens that run along it. OTOH I'll be able to hear water all night long when I get the fountain in. And... pottery wheel! And... space! And... it's my home. It just is. It doesn't even have to be made so.
I'm at that point of sleepiness where getting up from the computer is too much work so I keep trying to think of things to write to avoid having to do it. Oh well. Time to make the effort. Night, loves.
I'm not even sure what to say beyond that, except that I felt so good to be coming home -- to *my home*, that hasn't changed despite the move to come -- and now I'm here and the space is quiet and welcoming and I'm in my home and it's good. Restful, relaxing: I really do like this. And now I can sleep.
The studio in Kits called me up and offered me the place today. It's a stand-alone building two blocks from work in a vine-covered yard behind a shop heated only by a gas stove, though it has a full fridge/stove/etc. $500/month plus utilities. Minuses: shower-only that's super-gross, shaded yard so no tomatoes, far from tarnsit (though pretty bikeable to anywhere) and the dealbreaker is that it's only six months to a year and a half before it's torn down. Now, knowing construction stuff that might actually mean five years, but the place on 42nd has come up three times now when I'm moving, then gone back to unavailable till I was moving next and so I'm going to roll with the sign being waved in my face there and take that one.
It's a bitch to give up the Kits place though. I mean, $500? Stand-alone!? With fire!!!
So now there's one light on in the house and the glow from the computer monitor, the cats and rats need to be fed, and I need to be tucked in to bed. It's very quiet here. I will miss the quiet: Victoria's never quiet and there are tons of sirens that run along it. OTOH I'll be able to hear water all night long when I get the fountain in. And... pottery wheel! And... space! And... it's my home. It just is. It doesn't even have to be made so.
I'm at that point of sleepiness where getting up from the computer is too much work so I keep trying to think of things to write to avoid having to do it. Oh well. Time to make the effort. Night, loves.
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