so this. this is where i live.
that’s our front porch. one afternoon, i’m going to wipe down the chair and set a table out there and sit with a book and a cup of something and watch everyone on the street. that’s our big window that i stare out of when i’m sitting in the big green chair. on a clear day you can see the Hollywood sign; every other day you can see our flowering trees out back. that’s a close-up of our lovely hardwood floors, uh, you know, just because.
and then there’s the kitchen. i am in love with my kitchen. the first week i moved in, i just stood there and gazed at the glass cabinets. there’s another big window and an antique-ish stove, oh, and one of those ironing boards that comes out of the walls like in the movies. and that’s my bedroom. my aunt made that quilt for me when i graduated from school. it’s all stars. the paintings from left to right are “coffee & cigarettes,” by me; “le petit prince,” bought for 10 francs at a paris subway; and an untitled sketch by my brother ricky that i stole from my parents’ house. the photo of my desk turned out too dark, otherwise i’d show you.
yup. that’s my new place, give or take a few hundred square feet.