May. 7th, 2009 11:48 am
The long lingering farewell to the MDA
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muckefuckI had a dental appointment this morning that brought me back to the old neighbourhood. Afterwards, I stopped by my old place for the first time since signing the contract on it. Couldn't have been more gorgeous: The weather sunny, breezy, comfortably cool. Tulips still in bloom along the paths of the courtyard framed by newly-planted boxwood. The fountain running again. It all conspired to make me even more melancholy about the transition.
For all its less lovely aspects--the sun-blocking tower across the street with its garbage trucks at 7 a.m. and its honking boom cars at all hours, the lecherous druggee below me with his creaky bedroom sling, the emergency vehicles on Sheridan and the planes on the flight path overhead--it was a place that was good to me. I tried to be good to it, but it was hard when my real focus was always elsewhere, in an apartment building on Sheridan half a mile away.
That is the greatest compensation: Ten years of a divided life over at last. For better or worse, all our eggs are in one brownstone-shaped basket in Rogers Park. (Still not resigned to that change in identity yet. "I live in Uptown" can still pass for "adventurous yuppie on a budget", whereas all I hear from "I'm a Rogers Parker" is "aging hippie pale-skinned gentrifier".) I whined to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu about losing some of my dreams when I lost all my equity in the condo, but the greatest of them all is well on its way to being fulfilled.
For all its less lovely aspects--the sun-blocking tower across the street with its garbage trucks at 7 a.m. and its honking boom cars at all hours, the lecherous druggee below me with his creaky bedroom sling, the emergency vehicles on Sheridan and the planes on the flight path overhead--it was a place that was good to me. I tried to be good to it, but it was hard when my real focus was always elsewhere, in an apartment building on Sheridan half a mile away.
That is the greatest compensation: Ten years of a divided life over at last. For better or worse, all our eggs are in one brownstone-shaped basket in Rogers Park. (Still not resigned to that change in identity yet. "I live in Uptown" can still pass for "adventurous yuppie on a budget", whereas all I hear from "I'm a Rogers Parker" is "aging hippie pale-skinned gentrifier".) I whined to
monshu about losing some of my dreams when I lost all my equity in the condo, but the greatest of them all is well on its way to being fulfilled.