In the midst of unpacking zillions of boxes, I snuck away to a coffee shop to share some of the photos of the new place I’ve taken so far. (You can see lots more in real time by following me on Instagram.) I’ve never been in love with a place I’ve lived in like this before. Everything about it just feels like me. Like the person I want to be. You know? It’s hard to explain, really. My mind has been so flooded lately, and my life is swimming in change, so right now this place is the one thing that’s almost keeping me centered.
I’ve spent the last two days listening to my record collection, unpacking boxes, and thinking about all of the people that have lived in this apartment in the last 91 years. It’s endlessly fascinating living in such an old building with so much history I’ll never truly know about. That’s one of the best things about this city, or Capitol Hill more specifically. I know I’ve waxed poetic about my childhood fascination with these streets in past posts, but I have to say I don’t think I ever want to leave. I went through some stuff with wanting a house and all that awhile ago, but really, when I think about what I really want out of life I have to be honest with myself and admit it’s all right here.