My new address will be:

well, since there are folks visiting my blog who don't actually know me (hello), I am going to provide this information in a more roundabout manner. If you wonder where I mean, or don't get the references, then write to me and I will give you the exact address.

The apartment is in a brown building directly across the street from my shul. Not in the cul-de-sac upstairs, across the busy street and sitting directly on it.

I know this sounds crazy, but I really like being able to hear traffic out my window. When I was on my own in Philly for 8 years I intentionally lived in places where the trolley went by all the time.

The wood floors are being refinished, the kitchen floor is being floated, and I am going to be starting moving in when the floors can manage it.

I'm thrilled that the apartment is mine. The owner, the manager's dad, has explained that he and his family are very new to this business (ya think?), and really like me. He did say that he'd like me better without a dog, but I told him we're a package deal.

Now I have to get in there and measure, measure, measure. And I hope the landlord deals with the dust of refinishing a floor - I may need to help him hire someone for that.

And it wasn't the manager's sister I met, it was his very young mother. hmmm