Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Turn on the bright lights:
Sometime around the middle of last year, I started toying with the idea of moving back to NYC. Eventually, after thinking about it, I decided to be bicoastal and have roommates on both coasts. After Keith died, I worked hard to make it happen, and in February, finally got a place in NYC with my good friend the devil. Alas, it is a rental, and at some point I wanted to buy, because buying property is a good investment and I'm all growed up or something.
So, one day I was in a cab on my way home and I went past this awesome building. It had a sign on it that said there were condos available. I went home and researched it and found out that the building had just been redone from apartments to condos and was in its initial sales phase. Hooray! So my lovarrrr, my evil roommate, and I all went down and examined the condos until we found one that was to our liking (and one that had bedrooms far enough apart so that I do not have to hear the screams of the tortured souls coming from Beelzebub's bedroom anymore). Then I wrote a freaking ginormous check as a down payment, and after we close this month, I will be the proud owner of an apartment in NYC.
I'm not giving up the place in L.A. - after all, what kind of bicoastal bitch would I be if I just up and left - but I will be switching my permanent residence and all that stuff to NY after the first of the year. And, as you may have noticed from my implication above, I will be shackin' up with my gender-nonspecific lover, who apparently doesn't mind living with a tempestous redhead and a manifestation of Satan.
(Image is the view from the roof of the new building.)
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