Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I spent some time at my empty old apartment on Sunday afternoon while I was waiting for this guy who wanted to buy my desk to show up. Since there was no viable seating option left inside the apartment, I decided to climb out onto the fire escape and wait there. It was the first time that I stood on the fire escape and I kind of immediately regretted that fact. It was very quiet and peaceful. The view was pretty interesting. A voyeur's dream. When my cat lived with me, she would sit on the window sill and look out at the squirrels climbing up and down the fire escape. I used it to spray paint CDs on once. Here's someone's laundry:
My new apartment doesn't have a fire escape. It's on the top floor of a second story building behind a larger main building. My bedroom window overlooks a predominately concrete little courtyard. I asked my girlfriend why she thought I didn't have a fire escape. She said, "They probably figure you can just jump out of the window if there's a fire." I don't know how comfortable I am with that thought. She suggested that I buy a rope ladder, or one of those metal ones that you can store under your bed. I'll consider it. Meanwhile, I hope that I find a place in my new home where I can sit and be still and enjoy the moment.