Despite my surrender to the siren song of coconut cream pie last night, I woke up in a fairly good mood this morning. I was having intense dreams about rearranging furniture, I wonder what that means? Perhaps it is because I am once again considering the idea of getting a roommate and I have been thinking a lot about how can I possibly make room for her. It's amazing how quickly one person can take over and fill up a three bedroom house. Granted, my house is smaller than some one bedroom apartments and apparently the walk-in closet had not yet been discovered in the 1960s. My four tiny closets are probably equal to the walk-in closet from my 1970s childhood bedroom. Nevertheless, over the past 9+ years there have been stretches of time that I managed to live with two other roommates fairly comfortably. How did I accumulate so much stuff? I am a tidy packrat.
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I recently learned that the city has approved a development of 60+ "luxury condominiums" to be built within 300 feet of my property line. I don't handle change well anyway but this news upsets me for two main reason: 1) access to the development will mean opening up the dead-end street that runs behind my house resulting in new traffic and 2) they will be clearing out a large area of trees that is currently untouched and beautiful, one of my favorite parts of my drive home. That makes me feel very, very sad. Helpless and sad.
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