So, we go see an apartment this evening that, if everything works out, will be ours by late December or early January. The previous tenant of fifteen years has just moved out, and the landlord and property manager are collaborating with us to gut the whole place, and potentially make a few changes to meet our needs — like a door on the kitchen because cats.
The place is on the far western border of the Cedar Park neighborhood, just north of Kingsessing and just south of Walnut Hill. The house is between four and ten blocks away from at least three different friends (and hopefully many more potential friends). We’d be close to two of my favorite cafes on the western side of the river, within walking distance of a pretty impressive co-op, and we’d be served by Bennett Composting and Philly Foodworks CSA, if we so chose. A quick walk and an even quicker hop on the green line trolley would bring us to our favorite local game shop, owned by a dear friend. There’s a hidden gem of a bar immediately above an Ethiopian restaurant we adore within a mile of us, and all of Baltimore Ave will be our oyster. We’ll also be a twenty minute train ride to the museums, and slightly more than that to see most of our friends on the other side of the river — a vast improvement on the current 60+ minute commute to and from the city.
Just as importantly, we’ll have a library and home office. We’ll have a nice long, wide hallway for the boys to careen down ecstatically. They’ll have more room to play, and so shall we. Tom’s excellent dining room (and more often, gaming) table could come out of the attic. We will have more functional vertical space. We will have the space to make things.
My job prospects are pretty promising, and there’s a strong possibility my office will be located somewhere between “across the hall from the bedroom” and a 15-20 minute train ride away, or some combination in between.
So, here’s hoping tonight goes well!