As some of you may know, my Dresden Files-ish basement apartment is no more. That is, the apartment itself is still there, but my things and I no longer inhabit it. Some other person, or persons, are probably unpacking their stuff into it as you read this. Their dishes where mine were. Their couch in a totally different spot than where I had mine. Their Wil Wheaton cardboard cutout where I…I didn’t have one of those. But in hindsight, I obviously should have.
Regarding my current abode, I am temporarily staying with a couple of fantastic friends, who may very well be the best people in the world for helping me out while I am in waiting-for-grad-school-response limbo. And what a weighty limbo it is; a yes keeps me here, while a no sends me on plane back to my ancestral homeland of Transylvania. Massachusetts. Transylvania Massachusetts.
That joke would have worked much better if that town actually existed. When I am elected King of America (my grasp on national politics may be a bit shakey), Northampton will be renamed Transylvania by Royal Fiat. If nothing else, the Rocky Horror bunch will be happy.
But returning to my glorious friends, who are not only putting up with my near continuous presence, but are introducing me to new anime -more on that
tomorrow soon- I owe my fondest gratitude.*
One interesting thing about where I’m currently staying; I am sleeping in an alcove, under a sharply slanting, three and a half foot high ceiling, which I imagine feels a lot like living in a cupboard under a stairwell.
Seems I’ve gone from Harry Dresden to Harry Potter. I’d like my Nimbus 2000 now please.
*Legal Note: gratitude is non-transferable, is non-refundable, and has no monetary value, except where required by law and/or ethics.