While walking around my neighborhood last night I looked around and realized that I don't want to move. I love my location, it's proximity to everything and it's energy. I love that I can walk around at night and feel safe because there are always people around. I love that the T is right outside of my door and I can be downtown in 15 minutes.
I love my apartment. Even though the kitchen is small.
I love my high ceilings and the crown molding over the doorways and the long, tall windows.
I love my bedroom and how it overlooks the interior of the brick building.
And I love my view-my city so bright and shiny waiting for me every night.
Perhaps it's just because it's my first apartment in Boston and I truly love it here, but this just feels right. It feels like I belong here and I'm not ready to give that up.
Even for a free, off-street parking space, central air and a kitchen. That place is too cookie cutter, too much like the house I just left. And it's too far away from city life.
And so...I stay. For at least another year.
Here's to a freakin' hot apartment, circling the block for hours to find an open parking spot, juggling pots and pans when making a cake and lots and lots of good times...