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.
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