Rhapsodies

Well for the last couple of weeks the drama of my life has been putting out preliminary feelers for a new house hunt. This all started on a Sunday night when my landlords came to my door to tell me personally in the most polite, diplomatic, no hard feelings, you’ve been a great tenant really, way possible that since they will be overhauling all of the units (reasons given: retirement fund and sending son to college) they won’t be renewing any leases. So anyway now I have just over sixty days to find a new apartment.

The first week was the worst despite having taken at well I was pretty useless for the first couple of days afterwords going back and fourth between anxiety and depression but for the most part started working my basic plan and countdown. Since they had given me plenty of warning  while I would certainly start packing asap I would not let myself get rushed into anything. Having said that I started studying the ads just to get a feel for the market. This went back and fourth from having me feeling hopeful to being told in numerous different ways how the market had changed for the worst.

So anyway today I went to what was supposed to be an open house again the plan was this was practice and nothing more. Just as well since when I got there there was no evidence of any such an activity but I got to get a very good look at the unit. On the way home I couldn’t get Pete Seeger‘s “Little Boxes on the Hill Side” out of my head.

I’m pretty sure he was singing about Levittown and similar planned communities when he wrote it, but I think it applies to today’s craze for overpriced condos as well. On the way home I saw way too many of those god damned little boxes.