Well – we made it.

This is a wild little place, and quite different from anywhere else we’ve lived. We have to watch the metered parking on one side of the street, and have to be concerned about the safety of our cars on the other side. Two blocks over, there are huge beautiful old homes. One block back, there are burned out lots and dealers. The neighbors in our building are teachers, social activists and musicians. The trash cans and the winter thermostat are communally shared. The lot is overgrown and covered in weeds… and I am excited about the opportunity to play in the dirt and plant flowers.

It’s an old 1800’s home, with 14 foot ceilings and a built out kitchen with a sky-light… which naturally keeps the hot air away from the common room. Very nice, since we moved in during a heat wave. The people who lived here before us left us some a kind note with their address, a lamp or two, and some odd little items like wind chimes and cleaning supplies… And the property manager asked us if we’d like to go to a Philly’s game with his small group. We turned him down, but only because we’re exhausted from the move. In fact, at the moment – I’m the only one awake.

Well, tomorrow will be yet another adventure – so I must go inflate the mattress and crash for the night.

Peace Out,
MrsQ