finally! some place to call home, to feel home, to be home when the door closes behind me. i've found it. it's not the most beautiful place. it doesn't have a two-car garage or digital appliances but it's relaxed, it's comfortable, it's ... rushing water blue and egyptian red.

the biggest selling point? my new roommate. we had three or four substantial interviews before he said "yes." and i exclaimed "woo hoo!" spending time with him was easy and happy. i enjoyed just sitting down and talking to him. i liked his sense of humor and the base personality traits that i knew i could get a long with.

it didn't hurt that he has dog. a wonderful, black ball of joy dog. a bear-(really, it's a duck)-chewing, siren-howling, pants-licking, dirty-funky-brown-chair-loving, kitchen-backing-out-of doggity-dog-dog. the awesome parking sitch makes my knees buckle with pleasure. the view from our roof is incredible. and i'm finally in a neighborhood that feels like a place to live rather than a place to sleep or go through. plus, i'm that much closer to the places i spend most of my time anyway.

so if you didn't get my new address and phone number by now, i probably don't like you or am experiencing paranoia that you might stalk me. am i wrong? tell me so: contact