Friday July 6. 2001

random events of wonderfulness

I can't believe it, but I found a place to live for next semester.

It's not the one I was talking about last week, but actually a couple rooms for rent in a private home. When I took down the address last week and looked at a map, I realized the house in question was in the midst of a very very wealthy neighborhood. HUGE houses. Mansions. Small castles, even. Not the box-like plastic sided monstrosities going up in the past few years, but old, gorgeous stone houses. And when my parents and I pulled up in front of the house, it was no exception.

The place looks like something out of Pottery Barn - big, overstuffed furniture in bold colors, all hardwood floors (I've always wanted to live in a place with hardwood floors!), tall cabinets built into the wall, latticed windows with old, slightly distorted glass. I fell in love with it at first sight. There's even a small upright piano - maybe I can get back to playing again, I'm so out of practice.

The rooms that I will be occupying are beautiful. I basically have the entire third floor, which consists of a small bedroom and a small sitting room with an ajoining bathroom. It's about half the size of my apartment now, but I don't care. The walls and ceilings are sloped and there are all sorts of weird little angles and corners. It's already partly furnished with a large bed on the floor (ah yes!) in front of a big beautiful window. And there are air conditioners in each room.

And! Washer and dryer! No more laundromat!!!

I'm in love. I'm in love. I can't wait to get out of this boring little place and move into there. I wish it was longer than four months. Maybe if I'm lucky it'll still be available when I get back from Rome.

The only other people who live there are Leslie, who owns the place, and her 10 year old daugher, Lilia. She seems like an extremely cute kid (what is it with me gushing over kids lately?), and Leslie mentioned the possibility of me doing some babysitting. Which would be great. I already have visions of drawing and painting and playing in clay with her.

It's so weird how random wonderful things just drop into my lap like this. I have to keep remembering that.

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