Whimper.

[ysobelle]

I saw the loft today. The loft of my dreams. It's 1500sf of light-drenched space, with a wall of South-facing windows, a quirky, bowed hardwood floor, endless cathedral ceilings crossed by huge old beams, a washer-dryer hookup, an enormous bathroom, a kitchen twice the size of mine, and a glorious exposed-brick wall to frame views of Philadelphia from the Benjamin Franklin Bridge all the way across the entire city skyline. It's got remote-controlled access to the parking lot. It's got a dog run.

It's also at 5th and Cecil B. Moore.

Sigh. I took Mom with me, and while we both fell in love with the unit-- the penultimate of the six or so we saw-- we were both freaked out slightly by the no-man's-land of the neighbourhood: vacant lots, burned-out buildings, all that. I was told it's Northern Liberties, but it's not-- it's just plain North Philly, and it's NOT a safe place at ALL. I could probably grit my teeth and do it, but my Dad said, "I'd worry about you every night."

"I have a dog!"

"I'd worry about the dog, too!"

I want a loft now, though. I want one badly. Perhaps outside the city, to the West, if I could. But where? Or maybe a house, with a yard for Clue. Again, though-- where? Sigh.

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[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Do tell!

[thorn]

I suspect he's referring to your name doppleganger.

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Everywhere I go...!