We returned to our apartment to find that the scaffolding was finally taken down after two years of living behind a curtain. No more ugly planks of wood and ripped muslin swaying dangerously in the wind. No more thinking that every day is overcast. Sunlight was swimming through our loft. It was so bright that turning on all the lights barely made a difference.
Then we came home from a party on Saturday night and I realized what I'd forgotten. I can see into all the apartments across the street. And they can see into mine. Ahhh, city life.
After being out in the country for three months, there's something about waking up on a Sunday morning to the sound of jack hammers ripping into the asphalt, taxi drivers leaning on their horns and motorcycles revving their engines that creates an inner sense of tranquility and peace in my mind. No wait, it creates a new migraine.
Oh well, like anything else, I'll get used to it. Again.
