I’m all moved into my new place at the Boarding House. For those readers with long memories: yes, it’s like when I first moved to Asheville and, after a short stay in the smallest room of the house, I moved into the largest. My room in this boarding house is about the same size as my bedroom in the house I shared with Todd for the last 3.5 years.
I’ve got everything situated except the clothes and I’ll post pictures once the clothes are put away. Right now they are a huge pile in the middle of the floor and that’s kind of embarrassing.
It’s a three minute walk to work - and for those of you with even longer memories, that’s even closer to work than I was when I lived on Minna Street in SF. I share the space with two other people as well as the landlady’s son’s family who live in the unit upstairs. The others are Deena and Miguel: both are from S. America and speak a lot of Spanish - although they speak English with me.
The neighbourhood is what they call a “Changing Area”. THe houses have all been purchased recently and people are either fixing them up (my landlady owns 3 or 4 houses on this block) or else they are letting them rot as tax write-offs.
Anyway, I’m dead tired after today’s excitement. I’m going to brush my teeth and pass out.
