What a beautiful day! The sun is shining, birds are a chirp-chirp-chirpin’ in the trees, and one of my neighbors has become violently ill and seems to be running the sink in a weak attempt to mask the noise of some truly horrific vomiting.
While I toy with the idea of finding a more permanent housing situation (I have to phrase it that way because the words “Julie” and “buying a house” still don’t sound like they belong in the same sentence), there are currently ba-jillions of variables floating around in the air; I cannot realistically contemplate how that would even go.
So in the meantime I will content myself with my cozy little apartamento, with the sounds of raucous vomiting, enthusiastic lovemaking, heartfelt singing and screams in various foreign languages to surround me all my days. Because despite the children playing in the Dumpster and the car alarms going off at odd hours – this is probably the best place I’ve lived. Like, for real.
Now if only I could convince all of my friends to move to this city, I’d be set.