Jul 29, 2006
Back to New Orleans
So, it's been a year nearly that I've been without a home. A long year.
My birthday having just passed, I felt an even more pressing need to move....
a mania, even.
I've been looking for months, only to be repeatedly thwarted by outrageous prices or bad luck, but I've finally found a place to live.
Of course, it's not really where I wanted to live...it's even further north than my old place (which I hated about it), further away from everything. It's 175 dollars more a month than what I was paying before. It's a bit smaller.
The water pressure is nearly non-existent and the water, when it does show up, is full of rust.
And it has the two most hideous vintage 1970's Sears Window units I've ever seen.
How does one mask that??
But it is in a nice neighborhood (my friend Velinda lives nearby) and it's upstairs (no flooding?)....and it is a place to live.
It's near Bayou St. John, not far from City Park. So I've managed to barely scrape up the obscene (to me) amount money the landlord demanded, and should move in next month or so.
Of course, I'm insane....I have no job or anything, but well, let's deal with one problem at a time.