Sunday, September 14, 2008
Location, location, location...
9:18 pm pdt
You know how sometimes you see a “For Rent” sign, and you get an irrational
desire to move? Even though the place is smaller, in an older building, and upstairs of a busy retail/restaurant establishment
that opens earlier than our alarm clock usually goes off? And I don’t know the landlord, or who would be our neighbors, or
how many rooms there are and if utilities and water are included? And there would be no bus for Dear Jay to take
to his work (because we only have one car), and the apartment is ten miles farther from my work, and gas is $4.00 a gallon?
Even though we love where we live; it’s quiet, convenient, and has secure underground parking: all of which this apartment
does not have? And we’d have to give up the new washers and driers and cool loft bedroom and newly paved driveway and charcoal
grills in the backyard that anyone can use? Because the allure of this place is so strong that I, if only for a moment, considered
breaking my lease and stuffing the prodigious amounts of crap that we own into boxes and bags and trucking it down three flights
of stairs and out to this suburb and up another flight of stairs? Including a sofa sleeper that I think weighs more than our
car? And Dear Jay would seriously flake if I told him we were moving without asking his opinion first? And I’d probably
have to fight off dozens of my acquaintances who would all be competing with me for the right to sign the lease?
Oh, it may sound like I’ve lost my mind. Gone stark, raving bonkers.
Taken up permanent residence in the land of loopy-loo. But you, my fiber friends; five little words and you will understand
It’s above The Sow’s Ear.
I used up my 10MB
so I had to re-blog.
If I could only shut up,
this wouldn't have happened.
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