a reasonable apartment for once! and a love poem
i spent a significant amount of time slacking at work today, and then farwing and i saw an apartment that comes closest to what we want so far. well, it doesn't have basement storage, but a lot of places don't. and the owner lives upstairs with like four kids, small kids, which doesn't bother farwing but might bother me. but there are big closets in the bedrooms (the bedrooms have vinyl flooring, like contact paper for the floor, which strikes me as cheap even if it looks like hardwood) and good sized living and dining rooms, and the location's good. the kitchen is at least thirty-five years old but the stove is new, and it seems mostly workable. there's a washing machine but no dryer, because - according to the rental agent - the owner's mom used to live in that apartment with the washing machine and his mother-in-law lived in the basement apartment with the dryer, and it was ok because they were all family. so now the guy who lives in the basement has a dryer but no washing machine, and the empty apartment has a washing machine but no dryer. which is weird. and inconvenient. but mostly weird. also, the bathroom was pink which is not necessarily a bad thing, just much more 80s than i was expecting.
we're seeing two more tomorrow and one on sunday and this one has been on the market since november (??) so we don't feel super pressured to put in an application. i expect at least one of the ones tomorrow to be too small but we'll see. i can't see myself in any of the apartments we've looked at but i freely admit that might be because i don't want to move in the first place.
I’m watching an old movie in one corner
of my laptop and in another the shadows
nesting in your neck, the flickering frequencies
of your sweater, and remember the Jack Nicholson
tagline in that movie we almost watched then decided
against fearing the little taser of misogyny:
You make me want to be a better person. Sometimes
the only thing I want is to say marry me
even though we both think marriage is archaic and weird
or at least for us. It’s not marry me I want to say
but rather weld with me like a net we also sit in.
Oh FaceTime face and shadow neck and the almost synced
sound of our shared watching. You have a list of things
that are going to be the death of you,
and so do I, which we cover in our debriefings.
All of this is to say that distance makes my heart go farther
into the terrain of heartfelt and I love it: how ordinarily
classifiable it is like feeling literal figurative butterflies
in your stomach. The good being fundamental.
Surprising love can happen at any part of one’s life
like the pixels deciding when to flicker into bursts.
--"Like an Auto-Tune of Authentic Love", Carmen Giménez Smith
we're seeing two more tomorrow and one on sunday and this one has been on the market since november (??) so we don't feel super pressured to put in an application. i expect at least one of the ones tomorrow to be too small but we'll see. i can't see myself in any of the apartments we've looked at but i freely admit that might be because i don't want to move in the first place.
I’m watching an old movie in one corner
of my laptop and in another the shadows
nesting in your neck, the flickering frequencies
of your sweater, and remember the Jack Nicholson
tagline in that movie we almost watched then decided
against fearing the little taser of misogyny:
You make me want to be a better person. Sometimes
the only thing I want is to say marry me
even though we both think marriage is archaic and weird
or at least for us. It’s not marry me I want to say
but rather weld with me like a net we also sit in.
Oh FaceTime face and shadow neck and the almost synced
sound of our shared watching. You have a list of things
that are going to be the death of you,
and so do I, which we cover in our debriefings.
All of this is to say that distance makes my heart go farther
into the terrain of heartfelt and I love it: how ordinarily
classifiable it is like feeling literal figurative butterflies
in your stomach. The good being fundamental.
Surprising love can happen at any part of one’s life
like the pixels deciding when to flicker into bursts.
--"Like an Auto-Tune of Authentic Love", Carmen Giménez Smith