Jumping on the Prime Meridian

Jumping on the Prime Meridian
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I love how long and loose my legs are in this picture. I always loved big jumps in ballet; it was a time when I could finally relax. I should have been relaxed all along, but it was much easier to do so when flying through the air.

I miss dance.

I'm dreaming up my ideal apartment. I can't decide if it's in the city or not. I'm kind of thinking Connecticut, actually. (I just accidentally typed "Connecticult." Hm. Freudian slip?) One of the teachers at the yoga studio lives there, and his commute via local train is only 10 minutes longer than mine. I could have trees and grass and actual nature and space around me. I'd feel human again.

Then again, I could move back up to Inwood. Apartments are still less expensive there than other parts of the city, and there are two three large parks in the area, so I could escape to the woods if I started feeling unmoored from nature.

Wherever it is, my ideal apartment has all my "must-haves":

1) Top floor. Period. I hate listening to people walk above me.
2) One room with sunlight. Can't live in a cave.
3) A real kitchen. I miss cooking so much it hurts. I dream up meals I could prepare, and then I remember that my oven doesn't work and that I have negative counter space.
4) Thick walls. I'm only viewing apartments in the evening when other people will be home. I need to know how much sound gets through and what's tolerable.
5) Vermin-free, with a landlord who sprays every month without being asked.

Other than those, I'm flexible. I don't mind studios, but it would be nice to have a separate room for my bed, even if my bed is the only thing that fits in it. And it would be nice to have greenery nearby. I've been craving green so much I made it my desktop and phone wallpaper. And I'd like someplace where I could have a dog...

Yeah, I want a home. Not just an apartment or a campsite. I want a home.

Anyone know of any good homes?


ETA: Remember this bracelet? The TSA stole it. I was looking through the Europe photos and I thought, "Hey, I haven't seen that bracelet in a while." I looked through my jewelry and realized that it was gone. I checked all my bags: nothing. I'm pretty sure it was stolen on a "routine luggage check" (i.e. Smash'n'Grab) on my way back from Rome. We were on so many flights, it's impossible to know when it disappeared. I really loved that bracelet, and it was irreplaceable. I've learned my lesson.

My father brought some clothes from the Nike store, and my mother's outfit vanished somewhere between the Las Vegas airport and MSP. Now I wonder who could have taken it? /sarcasm

Kids, don't put anything you really love in your checked baggage. Even if you bury it, they might dig it out and pocket it. (I took the tags off of some new clothes on the way back to NY because I didn't want anyone deciding to take them home.)