Reactionary

I’ve been here almost two weeks now and it was just yesterday that I started to feel at home. It was such a flurry of stress and money and papers and law and deadlines and boxes and dust that nearly drove me insane. I *knew* it was a great neighborhood but with all the entanglements, I didn’t really have time to think about it or be happy about it or anything other than running the proposal through my mental abacus and looking at the numerical answer in a very unemotional way and making sure it made sense. That was it. It was a business transaction from the beginning to the end. It’s the only way it could be without being full of regrets in the morning. It’s only now after the dust has started to settle that I can finally begin to enjoy it.

It’s mine. Sure, it looks like hell thanks to all the cheap finishes as a result of it being a rental for a long time, but it has great windows, historic status in a city where that matters, and great location. I’m having some space issues but that’s just because I have the furniture from the old place that I bought *for* the old place with to-scale graphs in hand. I’ll ride out the winter and then start to think about what I should do first. And I can do whatever the hell I want (short of changing anything about the historic status windows). I can paint orange walls if I want. I can read Dwell or Metropolitan Home and know that I can do some of that now that this place is all mine. It’s a nice feeling.

December 10th, 2008 | Category: Life |  Print |  Send it | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL