Sunday, June 23, 2013
A new avenue
After blogging on here for--what? six years?--and removing one or all of the entries which detailed my life (even the bad shit), I'm now starting over. D-2 and I went and looked at apartments yesterday. I'd been looking at condo's since last year, and this spring had half-heartedly looked at apartments. You know, the kind that make you feel like a homeless man. There was one--a 1923 architectural gem right beside Piedmont Park--which had the apartments gutted and rehabbed, but the owner had never gotten around to the hallways. So although the interior of your place might look modern and trendy with exposed brick, etc., step outside your door and the memories of 90 years of urine soaked wino's surrounded you. So what we looked at yesterday were moderate apartments filled with 20+ somethings, or 30 somethings, with that lifestyle and scene, with rents triple my existing mortgage payment. Damn! How can people handle this stuff. As a man of a certain age, I'm not sure I'd do well with a roommate. If they were younger, it would be a rerun of Chico and the Man. If older, then the Odd Couple. Neither of which please me. With my life the last seven years having been a soap opera, having my living arrangements resemble a sitcom just doesn't settle well. But we shall see. So, hi! I'm *** *********, I live in Atlanta, getting divorced, and this is the new avenue of life I'm travelling down.