The New Place

Long story short, (again), we're in a new apartment. The location is fantastic, one of the best locations of any sublet I've seen in craigslist. We're pretty close to Back Bay station, and about five minutes walking south from the Boston Common. I'm walking to work every day.

The apartment is large- four bedrooms, plus a nice sizable kitchen, and a large living room with bay windows. The whole thing is on the forth floor of an old brownstone, in a row of brownstone houses. Behind, there's a kind of green alley, blocked in on the other side by the backs of another row of brownstones. The space created is really nice- the old wrought iron fire escapes, the moss and ivy growing everywhere, the intimate glimpses into people's lives, living stacked one on top of another, and a few massive trees growing in the brick canyon, reaching above the tops of the apartment building. One tree has an old school desk in it, probably thrown by some drunk students. Lots of students live around here, I hear.

Once again, we are subleasing, but this time, we're a lot more comfortable. Actually. Everyone else in the apartment is also subleasing. Saori and I share a room which has enough floor space to contain a queen sized mattress and a very narrow Ikea shelf. There is enough space around two sides of the mattress to fit a business card, if you turn it on its side.

Anyway, there's exposed brick walls in the kitchen, which opens onto the fire escape. Sitting at the wood table by the window, I look out into the back alley and I cannot even see the forested bottom. Nice breezes roll in through the window. I do like this particular spot in the apartment.

We share this apartment with four other people, all of them in their early twenties. Nashville is a thespian, a very dramatic and loquacious young woman, part of the Shakespeare in the Commons group and currently acting in Coriolanus. Oxford, appropriately enough, is the director of a school which teaches English to adults, and Ms and Mr Ireland, a couple, share the largest bedroom. Mr Ireland is an intern at a big MPE engineering firm in town, and Ms Ireland is working various jobs.

They're all really nice, charming people and I'm really lucky we got them as roommates.