Moving Day
Before I walked back in to the building I forced myself to look up and out at the new expanse I’d call home. At that moment, I saw it as neighborhood—concentrate…
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January 19th, 2006 at 9:32 am
I’m sorry other commenters were nasty to you regarding the “dinner whore” posting. I thought it was entertaining, and it IS called dating. I just don’t get the ability of some people to judge others for sins they themselves have committed.
Anyways, I’m glad you have comments back up.
January 19th, 2006 at 10:40 am
Belle,
it has been a while since last visiting your blog and i am pleased to see that your words, life and love are better than ever. happy belated new year!
January 19th, 2006 at 12:11 pm
i lived on MacDougal.
January 19th, 2006 at 1:11 pm
Another great song featuring your address is “Sullivan Street” by the Counting Crows. It’s great. Whenever I’m downtown in the Village I get it in my head….
“Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street
Cross the water and home through the town
Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet
Pretty soon I won’t come around
I’m almost drowning in her sea
She’s nearly fallen to her knees”
January 19th, 2006 at 3:17 pm
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January 19th, 2006 at 3:21 pm
i m glad u put ur comments back 2, just moderate the bitches out, n remember they wont say bad stuff unless there jealous… everybody comes here 2 read u not them,rite?
January 19th, 2006 at 4:22 pm
I love this writing. Moving from a very rural area in the mountains myself (you could just about see our THREE neighbours if you went to the end of the driveway, climbed the hill and craned your neck just sooo towards the valley)..it really hits home.
I enjoy going back. I like the air and the grass and the idea that you can rent a studio for less than a grand a month, but I could never again live where I didnt have everything at my finger tips. I like getting bored and going to the viper lounge or getting fresh hummus at 1.am.
First time my mother visited, she was curiously concerned about the open-all-hours nightclub that sat jarred up against the church I attend.
Its fabulous.
January 20th, 2006 at 2:00 am
There is something quite like ice cold air in your throat about moving to a new place. It’s sharp, refreshing and energizing.
Best of luck with the new blog, and thanks for the great stories along the way.
January 20th, 2006 at 11:09 am
Bien Brookey!
Tanto tiempo… Me alegro por ti! Es fantastico ver como tus sueños se hacen realidad.
Mucha suerte en todo! Y recuerda que conmigo ‘no hay falla.’
Saludes!
January 20th, 2006 at 11:35 am
good luck with your new place.