Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Our new home is nearby.
Our space will be a high-ceilinged parlor level floor. About twice-and-half the current apartment size. I am already having irrational thoughts about the Long Table I have always dreamed of (part kitchen, part work, part friends-for-dinner). Downstairs, are our very nice new landlord and his family, with a grape vine and a sour cherry in their back garden. Upstairs, a photographer. Outside our bedroom, a 300 square foot decked terrace, with planter boxes built by the landlord for the previous tenant who gardened, and sometimes sang in in the speakeasy that will now be our living space.
You know I fell in love.
Included with the application questions he sent us, our landlord said.
...historically most of our tenants play musical instruments or sing, whether professionally or as
a hobby. If the faint sound of someone playing 2 floors away is problematic for you during
reasonable hours (10-7-ish, very occasionally later), you should probably choose another
neighborhood than Harlem, which is filled with the sound of people playing music coming
from every building. Not speaking of blaring recorded music at obscenely amplified volumes,
I think we'll be OK.