Envy 2.14.2007 | 0 Comment(s)

I hate being envious of people because I'm pretty happy with what I've got, but sometimes I crave something else. This past weekend my cousin invited us over to his new place in Soulard. He moved into a row house and even though it was a gut rehab, all of the original character had been stripped from the house, I couldn't help but wish I lived there.

I loved how the sidewalks were perfectly crooked, how the homes were dressed in purple and gold for Mardi Gras. I yearned to view the Arch and downtown from my back deck the way my cousin could from his. The alleys and large, mult-stored brick structures all combined to form this patchwork of old St. Louis that called to me.

I can't get enough of my neighborhood, but it doesn't feel...old urban...if that makes any sense. It evokes the past, but it's an early 20th century past, I want to go even further back. If only I had the money and knowledge to rehab (or buy new!). Someday...