Digs

I’ll write about my trip in a minute, but I was just at the grocery store and figured out that two twelve-packs of canned dog food would take me to the end of my time in this house.

Wah. I love my house.

But I’m trying to think positively about my new place. Here’s what’s great about it:

• 5.6 miles from my sister
• 2 miles from my new job
• Very close to many friends, including 4 blocks(!) from Sam
• Less than one mile from the dog park
• Two bedrooms and one-and-a-half bathrooms
• Built in 1949, but completely rehabbed—new refrigerator, stove, deck, fence
• IT HAS A DISHWASHER. A BRAND NEW DISHWASHER.
• It’s in Durham, where I need to be, want to be; it will allow me to be spontaneously social.

The “eh” parts:

• It’s six blocks from a pawn shop.
• It’s about 100 square feet smaller than my one-bedroom-one-bath.
• On a good day, you might call it a “bungalow-style” house; on a bad day, you might say it looked like a “double-wide” that had been “turned perpendicular to the street”.

I’m going to invest in some flowering shrubbery.