The other day upon the stair
Not all of us are destined to be gritty-but-suave urbanites:
I didn’t really like living in a loft, but I’m glad I did it, mostly so I never have to want to do it again. It isn’t nearly as romantic and adventurous as it sounds. All that brick and concrete left me cold, not to mention the eccentric tenant (or two) we had to deal with. It’s no wonder during this time I started dating a man who drove a pickup and rode horses.
No, she didn’t move to a ranch or anything like that, but I suppose we’ve all been sold pretty much the same bill of goods: the very definition of the Urban Experience requires us to live over a storefront. (See “mixed-use development.”) One Black Friday would cure me of that notion.
fillyjonk »
15 November 2009 · 3:24 pm
I once lived in an apartment two blocks from an Irish-themed bar (And I was between the bar and the dorms). I quickly grew to hate St. Patrick’s Day.