The happiest
Sunday, February 10th, 2008You guys should see my new apartment. Really, you should. Unfortunately, my camera is out of commission, since I dropped it when I was in Seattle a few weeks back. And just like that, with a tiny crack, all of my road video dreams came to a screeching halt. I had grand plans of giving you a virtual video tour, but that will have to wait until I score a cash cow of a job, and have expendable income galore to get a new camera.
I will have to use words.
If you were to come to my house (MY HOUSE AAAAAAGGH!) this morning, this is what you would find.
- A 1940’s, one-story brick building on Music Row. Eight units in a U-shape around a little courtyard. Two steps leading up to my own front door. A porch light, and a curlicue number to mark it as mine.
- A tiny living room with refinished hardwood floors, furnished with my 1950’s vintage floral chair, and my grandmother’s copper-doored cabinet. And that is all. And will be all, for awhile. Today, the sun shines through the big windows and hits me as I type this.
- A huge kitchen, with a dishwasher and plenty of space for a kitchen table, but no immediate promise of a kitchen table. Very few (and very impractical) dishes grace the brand new cabinets. There is a baby-sized gas stove that freaks me out, and I don’t want to use it. I might have to get a hot-plate to cook my daily egg, because carbon monoxide is not something that I want to deal with.
- An old-school bathroom with peach and black tile on the floor and on the walls. It’s amazing – I love it. A shower with fire-hose-strength water pressure. A full-length mirror already mounted on the door – it’s the little things that I adore.
- A strong and free wireless signal. This is too good to be true.
- Two good-sized closets, now housing my clothes. Hung in order by color. Just like I have dreamed about every day since last June, when I moved out of my Seattle apartment.
- A little bedroom with a sleeping bag on the floor, which is where I woke up this morning. And I opened my eyes and looked around and thought, “This is one of the happiest days of my life.” I set out to move to Nashville and get my own place. And I’ve done it. No matter how long this lasts, and what kind of job I wind up getting, and how many weeks/months/years I decide to stay here… I did it.
That’s money in the bank.
