I am totally not a photographer.
I took a bunch of pictures on Monday before we brought the truck in and started carrying the heavy stuff, but most of them were rather poor and didn’t really show the place to effect. The iPhone, as it turns out, does not really have a wide enough range to do justice to large rooms. I will try to do better once I start taking pictures of the place with my stuff in it. But, for now, here are a few.
This is 1644 itself. It’s a nice building, though the porch needs to be scraped and sanded and repainted. This summer I think I’ll ask Pat if she’ll take a bit off of my rent in exchange for me doing that. I kind of hate the blue they used; it does not at all go with the rest of the house.
There are three apartments in here. The whole downstairs is number 1, and the front half of the second floor is number two. I have the back of the second floor, which means that you can’t see any of my place from here. I wanted to slip out and photograph my windows and patio, but the back door was locked and strangely the key they’d given me for it didn’t work. I called about this and the property manager came out, but he didn’t have a key that fit it either. They’re sending someone to put in a new lock. There is also a privacy fence around the back yard, so there was no way to get out there when I was taking pictures. However, both the gas man and the cable guy had to get in there on Tuesday, and so I had to climb the fence so as to unlatch it from the inside. New place adventures!
This is the entrance hall to the building, which I love. I don’t know how that piano came to be there. I can’t really imagine a tenant putting it in, and although it does lend a bit of atmosphere my landlord doesn’t seem the sort to think of doing something like that just to add a bit of luster. I like to think it’s been there since this was a single-family dwelling, decades ago, and that when the family left they just didn’t take it, and no one since could be bothered to move it. I like to think that it’s been sitting in that spot since before my mother was born. Whatever the story, though, it really is pretty, isn’t it?
We didn’t bring much along on the first trip, because we were really only there to pick up the keys and drop off Rosie, but I did bring my pitcher, tea bags, sugar, tea pan, and a stirring utensil. The very first thing I did at 1644 was make a pitcher of sweet tea, and here it is! New place, old place, the important things stay important no matter what.