#508: I HAVE THE BESTEST COURTYARD, IF YOU'RE WILLING TO FORGIVE ITS LACK OF A STICKY KID
Our new apartment building has a courtyard that does nothing to convince any of us that the cheap rent we pay is less than fair. Not that I have anything against the building we live in now. I love it. Really, I do. In fact, even though I might say some less than complimentary things about the courtyard, I love it, too. It's the tenement aesthetic that I have drooled over in photographs since I was a child.
1800s tenement yard in New York City
I went out back yesterday to take these photographs, and I had to touch the clothesline pulleys and pick at some of the rust bubbling through the turquoise paint to know it was real. I get to live in a place with the style of my childhood daydreams, a place that means I'm somewhere different according to the loose symbology that floats through my neural pathways.
Cheap rent and a geriatric courtyard. Now all I need is for someone to put their little kid outside with an ice cream cone and a sticky shirt to complete the picture.
All hail cheap and easily achievable dreams!
I am so blessed.
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