tiny house

I alluded to a lot of changes last week without going into much detail. They are now set in stone, so I can be a bit more specific.

First, I got a job.

Second, I am moving into a tiny house.

We found the tiniest carriage house in Hamtramck and we move in this weekend. I am ecstatic about having my own tiny home, without all the caution and irritation that comes with sharing ceilings and walls with neighboring apartments.

I'm starting to paint the place the minute we get a key. I have already decorated everything in my head. I spent much of my weekend scouring the internet for the perfect paintings and furniture. In the spring, I can have a tiny garden in my tiny yard. My head is swimming with all of possibilities of tiny house renting.

brooklyn bros

Since moving in with my mom, we've been spending a lot of time together. We've even been doing yoga together! The mother-daughter bonding continues with a spa day today. I called to make the appointment yesterday and the telephone conversation was just bizarre. When I call a salon I expect to be speaking to a woman or a gay man. Not in Brooklyn. The phone was answered by a bro. He needed to place me on hold several times to figure out how to book two simultaneous pedicures. By the end of the call, he had somehow fished out my entire life story.

Bro: How do you like Brooklyn?
Me: It's small.
Bro: What do you do?
Me: I'm unemployed.
Bro: What did you do in Chicago. Chasing the dream?

I was waiting for the moment he would drop a "You sound hot," but I ended the call unscathed.

I miss the anonymity of the city. There are so few people here that a new face or even a new voice causes a lot of questioning. It doesn't help that there's a complete lack of young women, as anyone with half a brain would run screaming the moment they turned 18.