How Could I Leave? 12.15.2007 | 0 Comment(s)

The other night I was lying in bed, my thoughts wandering down a curvy road that didn't really lead anywhere in particular. My mind stopped off at a little thought I've had from time to time about moving to another city neighborhood, or even out of the city altogether.

That train of thought was almost immediately interrupted by another...how could I possibly leave my house? I love my house. Yes it's small and the kitchen and bathroom are in desperate need of remodeling, the thought of not living here gives me pause.

Sure, there are plenty of houses out there that I could easily fall in love with, but they'll never be my first. Even though my house has been here for 90 or so years, it feels like it's always been mine and the thought of someone else living here and fucking up my house is really unpalatable.

I guess there's really no point in thinking about this stuff, with the housing market the way it is I don't think I'll be moving any time soon...and that's OK for now.