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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[imafon.livejournal.com]

I do know that you love the whole city thing, but my charming old house is going to be up for sale within the year.

It is close to PARF, and the turnpike. Fenced yard for Clue to run in. Think about it....space to go.

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Blink.

WHAT?