From Cinderella to Rapunzel
After five weeks of unsuccessfully looking for an apartment that I could afford and not despise, I had almost resigned myself to accepting something in a scary neighborhood and/or sharing it with various six-legged tenants. Then, on one of the happiest days of my life, I opened the morning paper, turned to the classifieds, and saw this ad: Cute, 3 rm apt, 3rd floor, nice neighborhood, $350/mo. Within an hour, I came, saw and conquered. It was not just "cute," it was in an old, Victorian style house, with just two other apts, one on the first floor and one on the second. It was freshly painted, had an old, claw-foot bathtub, and...AND...a TURRET in the corner of the living room, with lovely, big windows overlooking the street corner and neighborhood. I was in love!
The next hurdle to overcome was to beg the ex for some furniture and a few basic household items. I ended up with a sofabed, a small chest, a desk, a rocking chair, and a few kitchen utensils. No kitchen table. But I was okay with that. I got a sturdy cardboard box and used it for a table. I enjoyed sitting on the floor and eating my meals on the box. I felt like a pioneer. The most important and exhilarating feature of my new life was that I could do anything I wanted, any time I wanted and any way I wanted, with no oppressive, glowering man imposing his will on me.
FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! GREAT GAWD AL... Wait a minute...I'm all alone...