Holy Moly I feel like I have walked a hundred miles already. It's funny how you will walk in circles and circles and feel like you are so far away when you look at an apartment but when you plot it on the map you are right where you want to be. We looked at a number of places and found a darling little gem that the more I thought about it would be perfect. It has some negatives (no closet or storage space to speak of and quite tiny) but the charm of it was undeniable. Amazing moulding, an old fireplace facade, built in shelves, sweet little street right in a vibrant little neighborhood. It was at the top of our list after a full day of checking out places. We decided to head back to the hood after dark and find a little place to have dinner to see how it felt in the evening. Would it feel safe, would there be street life, etc. And boy did we hit the jackpot. The hood is perfect, not too crazy but lots of people walking around, close to subways and not a bad walk to Trader Joe's. A California girl at heart has priorities. We found a little cafe to have dinner and were beside ourselves when we found the back garden to sit outside. It was perfect. Even down to the fireflies flitting around. Yep, I got my heart set on a little studio in Greenwich Village. Let's see how this pans out.
This was the most surreal hour and a half of the whole trip. We made our way out to Howard Air Force Base (which is no longer an AFB) and found our old house. Just looking at the photos I get emotional all over again. Not that I broke down crying or anything but it was really weird standing in a place that holds so many memories. Here is me freaking out that we found it!!! Our old Street! Coffey Avenue! Exploring the old digs! This stairwell led up to the door in the kitchen. It was a little creepy so I just filmed from where I was. :-/ I don't do creepy. Here we are in front of 60A Coffey Ave! That "hill" behind my mom seemed so much bigger when we lived there. I remember my dog running down it and tripping, which led to a head over heels tumble that still makes me laugh when I think of it. And that fence used to be a favorite spot for three toed sloths to hang out. ...
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