It’s raining—not hard—but actual real sustained rain. It is so welcome after so long.
I have to move. I have no option. I have to give up an absolutely perfect condo because on three sides of my building there is, and will be for many years, loud and dirty big construction projects.
I love every square centimeter of my place because I have decorated every square centimeter. And although no gay man should say this: I am particularly in love with my closets. I had both closets completely rebuilt to my design. And my spice rack; oh my God, people take photos of it. I cannot imagine life without it.
I will dearly miss my spectacular Maple floor that is so incredibly solid under my feet. I had the concrete here ground to perfect flatness before the floor was installed so it is solid, smooth and gorgeous … and I am leaving it. Pooey.