Living in a place that feels so medieval (well, except for the cinder blocks in my apartment...).
The fireplace
The BookShelf.
Our super-duper retro clock (note the cautionary sign on top: "Electronically controlled time," ostensibly to warn that it may not be as reliable as say, your hand-wound pocket watch, back in the day.
The cloister.
I'll even miss Seabury's water damage.
I won't miss Trader Joe's. (My locker, there -- I quit three weeks ago.)
Ah, how medieval.
Sitting in the chapel stalls.
Our El stop -- Noyes.
The Central Street beach (that's my backpack).
And of course, the scary cupboard. (And what's inside.)
Ah... don't you just feel like you're in a fairy tale castle?
Lilith and I will miss the purple couch.And the people:
We're so medieval. We just can't keep up with the 21st century. Crazy Christians.
Just like living in a castle... knights in armor and all.
Well, almost.
i love how you photo blog.
ReplyDelete(((heidi)))
sending you love during this transition.
and... i totally don't remember that moment at westminster- maybe... kind of... if i try real hard. i'll write on it though... eventually. thanks for a memory.
wonder why it has taken you so long to ask...
Oh! I miss the El, too! And you!
ReplyDeleteDon't you wonder what you'll miss about the next place?
Heather
P.S. Are you really getting rid of the purple couch?!?