I’m not buying one anytime soon, either.
I also don’t yet have wi-fi in my new apartment. The other day I needed to take care of some last-minute details of a web site launch, and I was pecking away on my phone. Not very handy.
But I love the silence. I love being alone and going out on my balcony at three in the morning and looking up at the bright moon and trying to coerce the midnight kitty traipsing around on my tiled roof (I’m in an attic apartment). He’s adorable, around 5 months, and is totally playing hard to get, bounding up and down the spines of the two roof peaks between me and my neighbor, but never coming close enough to let me pet him.
Since separating from my husband, I feel like life just split open. My brain is enabled with new capacity to dream and just relax. We are on excellent terms, too. He brought my washer around yesterday and helped me assemble some new furniture.
My bed is divine, and I’m sleeping whenever I flipping feel like it.
I have a mad crush on my new attic apartment with a view.