I was unexpectedly evicted back at the end of March of this year. On April Fools Day I moved into the Chatsworth Studio. The place has 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and plenty of open floor space up front for the Disney Desk and bookshelves.
Honestly the place is bigger than I need but it is a fine place to sit back and reconsider steps moving forward. I like the Chatsworth Studio, but the sound of airplanes with their air brakes engaged and wind hissing around their landing gear roar overhead all day long.
Neighbors who spoke to me as I was moving in all said the same thing, “This is such a quiet neighborhood.” They must be deaf. I am awakened every morning about 6am by the first airplanes landing into the Orlando Airport. I kind of preferred the sound of ambulances screaming past my apartment in NYC. That sound I eventually learned to tune out.
Each day I scroll through Zillow and consider the possibility of finding a home to buy. One option was a nice log cabin up on the blue Ridge Parkway with an amazing view of the mountains from the back porch. It sold as I was daydreaming. Other times I look at amazing abandoned Victorian houses with turrets and opulent front porches, that would need tons of work. One had garbage stacked everywhere inside and a a drug addict was collapsed in the bed in the promo photos. The building was gorgeous, but would need about $500,000 worth of restoration work. I don’t think I am that ambitious.
Places that are appealing to me the most are small cabins and bungalows. Since I am a tumbleweed now, I look everywhere. I found a sweet little place in Grand Island Nebraska where my first Thorspecken relative settled back in the 1860s. I warned against Grand Island however since they might not have much art and culture. Then I found places in Appalachia and I am even considering places in the colder north. I figure global warming might make those places ideal in a few years. I look around Brooklyn where much of my family lived back in the 1800s but the prices are insane. Who knows where I will end up. For now, Chatworth is where I dream and scheme.