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As I went about unpacking today I discovered that the previous family that lived in my apartment had two children -- Anya and Geoffrey. Anya was the older sister, perhaps two or three years older than her little brother and about a foot taller.
How do I know this?
In my kitchen there is a pantry/cupboard with a tall door for the lower section and then a smaller door for the upper two shelves. On the inside of the lower door is a series of marks with names, dates, and measurements. Geoffrey grew like a weed, gaining almost 2 1/2" in under a year. Anya grew nearly two inches herself in the same time period.
You know something? My old apartment never once felt like a home. It was "a place for my stuff" as George Carlin would say, a place where I went at the end of the day and marked the time until going out again. This apartment is different. Over the course of the day today it has begun to take shape, with 90% of the furniture placed where it belongs and boxes beginning to be opened. It is larger than my previous apartment, but it is not just the extra space. It is the natural light coming in from both sides of the room, filtered through leafy trees. (My old apartment had an overhang above the window that prevented any direct sunlight.) It is the friendly and inviting courtyard just outside. (My old apartment had a parking lot just outside.) It is the grocery store, barber shop, little niche restaurants, and the grade school all within walking distance. (My old apartment had nothing within comfortable walking distance, and no sidewalks to make walking an attractive option.) This is a community, a home.
I think Anya and Geoffrey were happy here.
I think I'll be happy here too.
How do I know this?
In my kitchen there is a pantry/cupboard with a tall door for the lower section and then a smaller door for the upper two shelves. On the inside of the lower door is a series of marks with names, dates, and measurements. Geoffrey grew like a weed, gaining almost 2 1/2" in under a year. Anya grew nearly two inches herself in the same time period.
You know something? My old apartment never once felt like a home. It was "a place for my stuff" as George Carlin would say, a place where I went at the end of the day and marked the time until going out again. This apartment is different. Over the course of the day today it has begun to take shape, with 90% of the furniture placed where it belongs and boxes beginning to be opened. It is larger than my previous apartment, but it is not just the extra space. It is the natural light coming in from both sides of the room, filtered through leafy trees. (My old apartment had an overhang above the window that prevented any direct sunlight.) It is the friendly and inviting courtyard just outside. (My old apartment had a parking lot just outside.) It is the grocery store, barber shop, little niche restaurants, and the grade school all within walking distance. (My old apartment had nothing within comfortable walking distance, and no sidewalks to make walking an attractive option.) This is a community, a home.
I think Anya and Geoffrey were happy here.
I think I'll be happy here too.
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Say, where is your new place? Do they have a website? Looks like we will be moving in Sept/Oct, and i really want to find a place that is family friendly - most of the places WingedElf's friends live aren't.
Thanks!
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http://www.forrent.com/search/detail.asp?site=1007718