Hey, I like Blogger's new editing screen. I guess we all have to change sometime. That's exactly what's happening to me. Very precipitously, my landlady told me that she had to sell the condo. I found a new apartment in the Hillcrest neighborhood of San Diego, and I'm moving at the end of this week.
It has been very hectic and I'm facing all of this with -- as always -- mixed emotions. I have enjoyed living in Bay Park for the last two years. Many a morning I have woken up to the sun streaming through the large windows and a calm bay breeze floating in with it; the light would be perfectly diffused through my pink and green curtains. I would go to the window and stare peacefully out and see the palm tree tips dotting the top of the bay view. I could hear the cars streaming along the 5, and the hollow, windy sound was always more calming than a nuisance. And sometimes late at night, I would feel the tremors of the Coaster making its nightly trips. Every night during summertime we could see the fireworks from Sea World from my roommate's balcony. I had a three-panel mirrored closet that I took full advantage of: whether it was packing the length of the closet with rows of shoes and racks of clothes, or preening and stretching before the expansive mirrors. I had a hardwood floor and ballet barre which would serve as a constant reminder of my love for dance, rather than something useful for it, because I would hang belts and sashes and purses along that barre, and use that floor for luxurious stretching.
Then there was the full-size washer and dryer hidden nicely behind a sliding mirrored closet in the hallway... fresh and clean clothes, anytime you wanted it! The bathroom I lovingly decorated in celestial blues and minty greens... the elegant swags along the curtain rods that beautifully framed the large windows in the kitchen and living room... and the wonderful varnish on the kitchen's hardwood floor that made cooking feel like a rustic and divine experience. And how large the kitchen was, with so many cabinets to house all the various sets of plates, bowls, and glasses that had been gifts from friends who knew my penchant for housewares. The days that I stirred ragu over the stove with just one or two warm lights shooting from above... the times I had just cleaned the kitchen spic and span and would just stand back to look at the glare off the counter. Ahh, these are experiences already too indulgent for any student to revel in.
Don't get me wrong. There is no lack of charm at my new apartment. And it's so centrally located that it may make me never want to move back to Los Angeles.
Change is a necessary evil in life. I mean, for those who aren't too keen on it, I guess that's apt to say. But as Blogger and my landlady are showing me this week, sometimes we've all got to usher in the new.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:33 AM
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