Superstition ain't the way (name that tune). It's for nutcases. And I know that. I'm trying to remain rational and normal, but I still believe that things can be jinxed, don't you?
I've been fighting the urge all night to write about this, and I just can't fight it anymore. Somebody help me; I'll jinx it. Does it count if I only type it, and don't say it out loud in normal, direct words?
Kathypath and I went over to KazzyJazz's apartment this evening in the Former Marshlands. The walls in there reach to God, the space is big but cozy, and even worse, she's leaving the joint in two weeks. "Would you be interested in taking it?" she asked me, "Cause maybe I could put in a good word for you with the manager."
Shit, man. Am I interested?!? Might as well ask me if I like chocolate chip cookies (who doesn't?). If my feet are too big (size 11, pow!). Or if I have a slight obsession with dogs (yes, I might have decided at some point in the last 24 hours to switch Metro cars in order to sit next to the Yellow Lab on board. Is there something wrong with that?).
Craptastic, yes, are you crazy? Of course I'm interested. It's only on the third floor! Phat pad, killer storage space, and... ahhh... silence. And OH MY GOD a washing machine. And a real oven. Countertops! Did you see that? Over there the kitchen has countertops! It even has cupboards! And can you believe it? There's room to breathe. Especially with those high, semi-vaulted ceilings. Plenty of space, even with all the shit you could pack in. That's unheard of in affordable Parisian housing! Did you check out the built-in bookshelves? All three of them? What about the built-in closet? And the windows that line one entire wall? And oh! The Japanese-style door to the bathroom! Holy shit.
So let's all hold our collective breath until Kazzyjazz gets back to me. In the meanwhile, I'll stop shopping online for the desk I would need to get, and I'll make a very, very concentrated effort to NOT think about it. I wouldn't want to jinx a good thing now, would I?
I'm SO holding my breath and crossing my fingers and knocking on wood and throwing salt for you!!!!!!!
Oh, new apartment! Storage space! Windows! High celings! COUNTERTOPS! Sounds wonderful. Sending good luck your way!