De Ce Monde Secret de l’ Amelie Americaine

Maybe not! It took forever for me to escape, (okay I was only 26), the suburban sprawl of endless houses that look like they were constructed out of gingerbread and the mind numbing boredom that goes with every shop being another chain store, where art and culture are considered to be words used only by homosexuals and wanton women.

And escape I did to the ever changing chaos of New York, where I live a neighborhood of endless brick brownstones that pretty much all look alike as well. But right now, until I finally escape Brooklyn, because they are building that G_d damn stadium down the street, and the subway takes forever, and move…this is my home. And with a rent stabilized lease, my cockroach infested apartment, with the vibrating walls from the loud music played by the teenagers upstairs, and many layers of paint covering decayed original moldings, and a nifty abusive drunk neighbor next door, has been a cornerstone of security. A place where I’ve been able to put down some roots, piss on my tree, and carve out territory (which is what my dog does pretty much every morning).

This is why I’m putting the word out about another fellow nomadic blogger who needs to find a new living arrangement in Paris. Her apartment in Montmartre fell through when the current occupants decided that they wanted to continue to live there. It must have been a great apartment. The specifications for what she’s looking for are on her blog. Although she’s a blunt, smart-ass by nature, she’s also house-trained and very entertaining. If you know someone, who might know someone, then consider this part of that warm fuzzy holiday feeling that you get when someone really appreciates your gift and doesn’t re-gift or return it for the cash.

Tis the season to be grateful for my imperfect world because when the door is closed, and my movie is playing on my high definition television, and the stove top espresso maker is making my demitasse, and my art work is hung on the wall, and the furniture I bought at Ikea looks oh so grown up and modern next to the walls that I painted in the color of my choice, and my dog sleeps soundly next to me, I’m grateful for what I have, and mindful, that my search for new digs will soon begin and therefore I’ll need the Housing G_d to preside over my fate as well. I guess I’m just trying to get a head start in the karma department.

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