I just may have hit

I just may have hit the HOUSING BIGTIME. Big, funky old house at the top of Capitol Hill. HUGE. Enormous kitchen, laundry room, two living rooms, nice yard, parking lot in back of house, cool people - and I would get the entire top floor of the house to myself. Quirky little attic suite, including walk-in closet, two rooms which are sort of partitioned off by bookshelf-wall-things, and half kitchen. For LESS than I’m paying now for half a little apartment. I’m thinking that maybe I can handle not having a fenced-in yard to live in a place like this. I might call them back and accept tomorrow. Granted, it’s a big drafty not-so-much heated attic, but still. I think that’s a price I’d be willing to pay to have MY OWN FLOOR.

Kinda feeling super-excited about finally having everything figured out. Pondering ways to paint ceiling, which is A-frame from floor. Thinking maybe night sky on one side, day sky on other. Pondering how much furniture to bring. Pondering buying lots of crap for Piper, such as extravagant bed. Feeling very reckless and restless and awake and alive. Wanting new tattoo. Feeling like life has begun in brand-new way. Wanting to start running at Greenlake with Laurie Jerger. Wanting to sweat at YMCA with Tricia Sexton. Feeling rather ready to conquer the world.