Friday, November 23, 2007

The ghost that stole my apartment

Someone stole my apartment - quite possibly a ghost. I found a little apartment in alphabet city (Avenues A,B,C,D) for sale. The broker told me she believes I could make a fair bid asking 30,000 less the price tag. I like it a lot. I cannot say it is true love. I am rarely in enamored by anything being skeptical by nature. The add says "bright" which I assume meant sunny. Apparently this is not what they meant as there is a wall perhaps 5 feet off from 2 of the main windows making it rather grey. So while I was pondering whether I should make a bid the broker emails me that someone has made a bid for the full asking price and if I want to make a matching bid. Um, no I think, not unless the neighboring apartment blocking the sunlight can be moved allowing me to have the bright apartment mentioned in the add.

Being of a sinister and pessimistic NY nature, I wonder if there is an actual bid or rather a bluff from the broker with the intention of encouraging me a full bid.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Hudson valley area

I want to move the Hudson Valley Area in some rural property. I want a farm house that's immersed in a forest of trees. I want a trail that will take me to a stream. I want to smell the earth after it rains. I want to hear nature and nothing else. I want to be able to sit in nature and not meet another soul for hours and reflect on the beauty of it all.

I don't want to commute. I don't want to work in an office. I don't know what I shall do.


It seems fall suddenly crept up on us. It's November so I suppose we can consider it late.

The chilled winds are howling and and shaking our trees and their remaining leaves like mother nature cleaning up and blowing summer away. The sky is a serious grey as if clothed in some dark suit awaiting some momentous occasion and I am hiding in my bath tub with a fine book listening to the house creak with the sounds of heat being pumped up. Its funny, during these colder seasons it seems there is no better place to be then at home. There is no want, need or desire, just the here and now and my tiny pink toes sticking out of the water.

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