I've gotten more than one inquiry, so I shouldn't let this bit of news sit idle any longer: Yes, indeed, I've found a new place to live. It's a year sublet from a really nice guy who's off to do Utah Shakes, and then to study in London.
I'm taking the place I saw on April 1st. As I put it to Charlene's owner in an e-mail:
So, there you have it. I'm all set, and you can stop worrying yourself about my well-being. Well, you can at least stop worrying about me being homeless. You can still worry yourself about whether the stress of moving again so soon will cause a brain aneurysm. Thankfully, there'll be less havoc in the run-up to the move, since I have less to pack.
Another good thing is that the apartment has a lot of storage and closet space. So for the first time in a while, most of my shirts can actually hang on hangers. I'm beside myself with glee.
I'm taking the place I saw on April 1st. As I put it to Charlene's owner in an e-mail:
"I'm banishing myself to the wilds of Brooklyn (further out, even, than I lived before!), to the working-class neighborhood of Bushwick. The hipsters and artistes who're slowly being priced out of Williamsburg (home to Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams, natch) are migrating there and trying to dub it 'East Williamsburg.' The locals are having none of it."
So, there you have it. I'm all set, and you can stop worrying yourself about my well-being. Well, you can at least stop worrying about me being homeless. You can still worry yourself about whether the stress of moving again so soon will cause a brain aneurysm. Thankfully, there'll be less havoc in the run-up to the move, since I have less to pack.
Another good thing is that the apartment has a lot of storage and closet space. So for the first time in a while, most of my shirts can actually hang on hangers. I'm beside myself with glee.
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