Chez Lang, and Howe! Adventures in the ancestral homeland!
My mother, who had an endless supply of proverbs and standard expressions, always said better late than never. So:
After more than 13 years in this neighborhood.
After five years in this apartment.
After nearly two and a half years with Bob.
Bob and I are taking the ultimate plunge. We’re combining book collections.
This Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, I’m moving in with Bob! After a several day holiday with some of their cat friends, Morgan, Gramercy, and Hayes will join us. For Hayes, it represents a return to the land of his birth; he was born and rescued in Brooklyn 15 years ago. For Morgan, it’s a bit like moving to the country, since the local park has lots of grass, and dogs are allowed to romp on it. Unless we have free-range mice, I can’t imagine that it will make much of a difference to Gramercy. For me, not only do I get to live with my Sweetie, but I’m returning to my roots: I’m the first person on my father’s side of the family (since immigrating from the old county) not born in Brooklyn.
As you can imagine, I’m overwhelmed and busy packing. More importantly, I’m excited and overjoyed, and I expect this to be just the beginning of many wonderful new changes.
And now, I’m overdue for a much-needed nap!
After more than 13 years in this neighborhood.
After five years in this apartment.
After nearly two and a half years with Bob.
Bob and I are taking the ultimate plunge. We’re combining book collections.
This Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, I’m moving in with Bob! After a several day holiday with some of their cat friends, Morgan, Gramercy, and Hayes will join us. For Hayes, it represents a return to the land of his birth; he was born and rescued in Brooklyn 15 years ago. For Morgan, it’s a bit like moving to the country, since the local park has lots of grass, and dogs are allowed to romp on it. Unless we have free-range mice, I can’t imagine that it will make much of a difference to Gramercy. For me, not only do I get to live with my Sweetie, but I’m returning to my roots: I’m the first person on my father’s side of the family (since immigrating from the old county) not born in Brooklyn.
As you can imagine, I’m overwhelmed and busy packing. More importantly, I’m excited and overjoyed, and I expect this to be just the beginning of many wonderful new changes.
And now, I’m overdue for a much-needed nap!