can’t find a house… get home delivery…

I decided that I’m sick of looking for a new house. Everywhere I look costs more than the joint that I live in, is further away from the city, and has no yard for the puppies.

This doesn’t solve the issue that I live in a shack. It’s kind of hilarious actually. The house across the street from me recently sold for $1.5 million – my house has walls that leak and drippy ceilings. Most people in my hood have BMWs or Skylines – I have two puppies that pull me around on a $36 ebay bike (with a broken pedal).

Not to mention, the idea of signing a lease makes me retch. Solution?


Since the weekend when I had a good Writing kick I’ve been re-arranging my shack. I’ve put couches in new rooms; re-positioned my bed; and slowly started to build myself an office. I marched to Ikea tonight armed with credit card and bought simple things like shelves and cupboards and pretty new lamps.

Things to hot up the shack.

Pretty soon I’ll have a desk facing directly out the window and a high back chair. And shortly after THAT blog family… I should have a fresh manuscript.

Screw moving. Writing’s more important.

A couple years back I spent a brief period living in a laundry closet in Manhattan on the Upper East Side… the shack is a walk in the park.

2 thoughts on “can’t find a house… get home delivery…

    1. Can’t wait to build things from all the boxes in my living room! And pick which of your prints to decorate my walls with… Bring on the housewarming! x o x

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