Feb. 18th, 2016

brandywine28: (trickc)
I found an apartment! And -- it exists!

Which, honestly, may be the nicest thing I can say about it right now. Sigh. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna fall back into my mopey teenager schtick, no, sir. Existing is pretty much the most important thing an apartment can do. I know when to shut up and be grateful.

And anyway, it's not a bad find for such short notice. The view's no better than the one I have now, and the bathroom is tiny and...oddly shaped, but there's hella counter space in the kitchen and we all know what that means: I CAN START BAKING AGAIN. And I'm gonna. Oh, yes.

If there's anything to get legitimately surly about, it's the location. It's less than a mile from my current place, but by NYC standards it might as well be in goddamn Siberia. It's just outside the delivery zone for my favorite pizza place! I have to take a bus to get to the F train. A bus! Like some kind of crusty medieval serf! Or I guess I could walk, but it's uphill the whole way and --

I'm sorry, but as an incredibly lazy pedestrian, that is exactly the kind of thing that makes me want to back myself into a corner and hiss.

So. I don't love it. I hate feeling cut off from things. And I know I can always move again in a few months if my surliness levels don't decrease, but that idea's making me feel more tired than relieved at the moment. I really did think my nomadding days were over.

I don't know if I've ever talked about this here, but when I first discovered popslash I was living in a basement in Brooklyn during one of the hottest, grossest summers I can remember. I didn't have A/C, my landlord kept sending his ten year old son to spy on me (???) and I was sweaty, miserable, broke and lonely. (It was more than just the living situation making me that way, but looking back, that's definitely what sticks out most.) And I have this weirdly distinct memory of sitting up all night during a thunderstorm, reading From the Path by Lilysaid. The windows were rattling, the lightning was flashing -- I should have been terrified. (I mean, I really should've been terrified. I was underground. Flooding would've meant bad, bad things for me.) But instead, I was swooning. It kinda ruled.

I wonder what I'll discover this time?

oh, and

Feb. 18th, 2016 06:37 pm
brandywine28: (squid)
In case it didn't go without saying, anyone who wants my new address? Let me know.

And to those of you just dying to send me snail mail nudes (which, let's be real here, I know is most of you): you'd better wait 'til I give you the go ahead on the new coordinates. Just to be safe. WHOEVER BUYS THIS APARTMENT AFTER I LEAVE WILL ALMOST CERTAINLY BE YUPPIE SCUM. THEY DON'T DESERVE TO SEE YOUR AWESOME NUDES.



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