Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side
Apparently skateboarding is coming back in style. How do I know this? Well, my apartment is currently booming and shaking with each attempt at an ollie our next door neighbor boy is making. It is that echoey garage sound, so each clanking bang is heard- and then heard again, all in a higher pitch because of the concrete. Plus, his garage and our apartment share a wall.
Maybe I should go give him my SkateStreet shirt circa 1997 I just found while cleaning out my dresser. I wonder if he was even born by 1997. No, he definitely wasn't. I just did the math.
I must be getting old.
As far as apartment living is concerned, we are in la creme de la creme and I have no real cause for complaint, except that I am not the hugest apartment living fan. No matter how luxurious, people still live right next to you/ on top of you/ too close for me to enjoy them at a proper distance, as is my preference.
Also, I am an outside person (notice I didn't say outdoor) and I miss terribly sitting on our back porch in the sun, tromping around the back yard and watching our garden grow. Tebow, too, misses our backyard, and I miss the convenience of opening the back door and booting him out.
Though many people have told me to be thankful that the sun doesn't hit our windows, I can't help but be so very sad that the sun never touches our side of the apartment, not even once throughout the day (our windows and doors face only the east side). I get so jealous when Tebow and I walk the complex and see the west facing Apartmenteers growing potted plants or sunning themselves on their patios, drink in hand. I want patio time in the sun!
Evan misses the cathartic effect of painting trim on the house, I miss obsessing over wall colors and having somewhere to put all the furniture I was buying at garage sales, Tebow misses sneaking into the garden and stealing tomatoes.
We are all a bit homesick.




























