2006-07-31
Hello, Ballard
It's mine. Officially. Well, almost. I have the lease . . . I just have to sign it. Mortally terrified of buyer's (renter's) remorse, I asked if I could come by tomorrow and take one more look before I turned in the papers. I can and I will. I get to take the keys and go by myself and that will be that. I will spend a few minutes inspecting and thinking and not being as overwhelmed as I was the first time I saw it.
Am I ready to move so far away (a mile and a half seems so far) from my dumpy little apartment that is perched so strangley right in the middle of downtown? Won't I miss the crazy people shouting and the smell of urine, and the guy who stands on the corner and yells about the Seattle communists? I will. I keep telling myself that sadness isn't a reason to stay anywhere and that I'm moving up to bigger and better things. I'm moving to Ballard, where I will have a real neighborhood and cute neighbors. It is possibly more "real Seattle" life than the one I have been living. Perhaps I have been living the faux New York life -- although I will miss walking to Capitol Hill . . . maybe I'll finally brave the bus.
I move in less than two weeks. I'm not giving up my apartment until the end of the month. I'm such a sap.
vade--mecum at 9:39 p.m.