Fingers Crossed

Just dropped off my paperwork for a massive two-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn, with its very own dining room and living room and a kitchen unlike the one I have now in that it is an actual kitchen and not just a few appliances pushed into the corner of a tiny living room. There is a backyard which I am not allowed to use, which is not ideal, but at the same time, I'll be a block away from Prospect Park, which I will not walk around in late at night. I will also have a porch, and the second bedroom will be my office and craft room, which is almost unbelievable considering I've spent eight years in a shoebox in Manhattan, and not even a shoebox that would accommodate a pair of boots.

It took me the better part of the weekend to decide that I actually wanted it, and now that I've decided, I really, really want it, and will be very sad if someone else ends up living there. Well, until the next place comes along, anyway.