AT THE END OF APRIL, I’m downsizing from a grand, 1,800-square-foot garden/parlor duplex to a more sensible garden floor-through a few blocks away.
It’s been 2-1/2 years, which flew, and I’ve loved living here. I’ve realized that my identity is very wrapped up in where I live — and this place has been good for my self-esteem.
Where I’m going will be appropriate and cozy, if not as splendiferous.
Having signed a lease last night, I’m starting the process of detaching emotionally from this house where I’ve been so happy.
It helps to know I’ll always have my photos.