The other day my "black brother" Chris stopped by the apartment but couldn't remember which door was ours. It was dusk, and we live in a brick courtyard building on the fringe of a not-so-great neighborhood. Chris stood in the courtyard and looked up at the windows until he found one that looked "like a window Ben and Anna would have." He knew it was our window because it was the happiest window in the whole building.
Pretty cool stuff. There are a lot of reasons that Ben and I chose this area. Money was a factor--our rent here is great. And the building is cool. It reminds me of where I grew up in Uptown, Chicago, with a black and white tile floor in the bathroom and paned casement windows. However, we also picked this building because we want to be like Jesus to the people around us. I've overheard some unhappy conversations through my happy windows, and I want to do something about that. That's why we are where we are. No kidding.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
posting
must...post...more...often...!
I'm working on it. There are still boxes stacked next to my desk from the move into my new apartment, but the rest of the place looks halfway decent. Okay, it looks pretty good. I'll have to have a party and everyone who comments on this post can be invited. Just kidding. I'm not comment happy like that.
The worst part about having a bigger living space is finding things. I never understood why my mom loses her keys. When all I had was my bedroom, I never lost them. There were maybe two places they could be. Now I lose everything. Sure, some of it is the post-move debris cluttering up good places-to-set-things, but I think the bulk of the problem is that I have three more rooms to look in. Okay, I guess I'd be really dumb if I left my keys (or my phone, or my purse) in the bathroom, but you never know.
The best part of the bigger living space is dancing. Now that the post-move debris is mostly in the dumpster, I can dance all around the big hardwood floors. The living room is particularly good for pirouettes.
I'll put up some pictures soon.
I'm working on it. There are still boxes stacked next to my desk from the move into my new apartment, but the rest of the place looks halfway decent. Okay, it looks pretty good. I'll have to have a party and everyone who comments on this post can be invited. Just kidding. I'm not comment happy like that.
The worst part about having a bigger living space is finding things. I never understood why my mom loses her keys. When all I had was my bedroom, I never lost them. There were maybe two places they could be. Now I lose everything. Sure, some of it is the post-move debris cluttering up good places-to-set-things, but I think the bulk of the problem is that I have three more rooms to look in. Okay, I guess I'd be really dumb if I left my keys (or my phone, or my purse) in the bathroom, but you never know.
The best part of the bigger living space is dancing. Now that the post-move debris is mostly in the dumpster, I can dance all around the big hardwood floors. The living room is particularly good for pirouettes.
I'll put up some pictures soon.
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