As of next weekend, four out of the five first floor apartments (or "units", as we Professionals call them) will be vacant. Signore turned in the keys to his place last night; he has moved back to his Oldtown art studio to save money, and will shower at the Y. I do miss him, the way I missed the huge Bird of Paradise plants next to the front door (see header pic) when the gardener unceremoniously chopped them away a couple of months ago. It feels rather empty without them and him. The bushes will come back, but I'm afraid Signore will not. Who will call me at 9 a.m. to complain about the hot water? Who will invite me down to see his new bed or ivy plant, and try to guilt me into giving him our vintage living room lamp? Who will call me by my first and last names every blessed time he addresses me?
However, I will miss one of the other vacating tenants, Socially Awkward Illegal Cat Person, about as much as I miss the inexplicable peach tree in the same picture above--the one that formerly pooped pathetic, woody little fruits all over the steps and driveway every fall and provided urban wood rats such convenient access to the second floor. After two years of creative nagging, it's finally gone. So is the truly hideous gravevine that hid the window through which the contraband felines exited and entered. Interesting that two days after the vine was taken out, the tenant gave notice. I do feel some compassion for SAICP; anyone that difficult to get along with in the simplest of human interactions must have a difficult life indeed. However, time to get unstuck. Hope their new place allows furry pets. Hope our next tenant is a little less weird.
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