The owner of the apartment that Barry and I rent is putting the unit up for sale. We can't afford to buy it. There are things that drive us a bit nuts about this place, but we've become seriously attached to it, too. I've been moping a bit and looking at photos of the apartment to torture myself.
I've also been making myself homesick for New York City - Queens in particular - by following the blog for me, for you. It's one of those days where wallowing in thoughts of "why can't it be?" seems like the only thing to do.