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.
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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. :)
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.
It sounds relaxing.
Oh, I wish you much joy and many fun filled memories in your new place.
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
I miss you! Hope all is going well.
Hope all is well, evi. How are things going for everyone?
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