Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Strawberry Fields



Well, we are almost moved in.

You can't see the East Village from our windows, that's for sure. For the purposes of my blog and my soul, I will now refer to my new outer city location as Strawberry Fields. It's fitting on so many levels...as I will come to explain over time.

God is good -- we live below someone who plays a large grand piano and they play beautifully -- even when they screw up and play the same line over and over again. Our windows are open and the music simply floats in.

7 comments:

ellesu said...

Enjoy your new experiences! The best of both worlds (sort of)-- a city pad and a spread-out pad. I'll be interested to see if the city keeps its hold on you. I'm betting it will. :)

Terry B said...

Welcome to your new home, evi! At one point, we had a friend who was between apartments living with us for a while. He was going to violin making school at the time, and besides doing dishes for us, would often be playing the violin at various times. So after a long day at work, we would hear beautiful violin music wafting down the hall as we approached our front door.

jodi said...

It sounds relaxing.

Dr. Deb said...

Oh, I wish you much joy and many fun filled memories in your new place.

Perfect Girl said...

I forgot to write back a long time ago when you posted a comment about writing to Scott Stringer about the banks going up on the UWS.

I read an article in the NYT that a realtor was bundling the small storefronts for big buyers, like banks.

Sad. Anyway, thanks for commenting.

Perfect Girl

Anonymous said...

I miss you! Hope all is going well.

Terry B, Blue Kitchen said...

Hope all is well, evi. How are things going for everyone?