Monday, October 25, 2004
loser.
we did not get the apartment.
and i had already fallen in love with it.
or, more precisely, with that part of brooklyn heights, which is possibly even lovelier than the place i miss, and full of beautiful buildings and families with dogs and babies, and not one single corner that smells like urine.
and perhaps i should be relieved, because it was possibly almost too much money, and the place needed a little work, but after we looked at it for the last time this morning i walked to work, past coffeehouses and brick buildings and a tiny cinema and under the bridge and at no time spent an hour on the F-train not sitting down.
maybe it wouldn't have worked out anyway. i sure liked seeing charm on the horizon, though. it made me feel like this place won't give me the blues forever.
and i had already fallen in love with it.
or, more precisely, with that part of brooklyn heights, which is possibly even lovelier than the place i miss, and full of beautiful buildings and families with dogs and babies, and not one single corner that smells like urine.
and perhaps i should be relieved, because it was possibly almost too much money, and the place needed a little work, but after we looked at it for the last time this morning i walked to work, past coffeehouses and brick buildings and a tiny cinema and under the bridge and at no time spent an hour on the F-train not sitting down.
maybe it wouldn't have worked out anyway. i sure liked seeing charm on the horizon, though. it made me feel like this place won't give me the blues forever.
