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Thursday, September 01, 2005
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The kitchen floor needed to be replaced. There was no electrical outlet in the bathroom. None of the smoke detectors worked. But none of that matters. The fact is that I still really miss my apartment.

I miss my bedroom. I miss the veiw from living room window. The incredible sunrises over the bay in the morning, and the glowing skyline of Boston at night. One night I was watching the Sox game on TV and they panned to a shot of the Hood blimp hovering over the park. I looked out the window and saw the blimp in the distance. I spent the next several minutes staring out the window at the blimp and saying, "That's the same one that's on the TV!" I guess I'm just easily amused.

We finished moving yesterday, and we are now officially guests at my parents' house. I just don't really feel all that great right now. I feel like a failure. I don't have a home anymore. I have a couch. I know things could be much worse. People in New Orleans lost everything; I just lost a crappy apartment. But it was my crappy apartment.

Dammit. I wanted to write about last Sunday. It was supposed to be upbeat and funny. But I'm not really in an upbeat and funny mood. I'm sorry.


posted by John at 5:00 PM


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