For the first time in many years, I think I have an apartment I actually like. I've got a sixth floor corner apartment on South Temple in Salt Lake City, and it's actually about eight floors above street level. Looking west, down South Temple, I can almost pretend that I'm really back in
Murray Hill / Park Avenue South in New York City. Even the traffic noise is there. And the rent, of course, is far cheaper. And the city is far less fun.
sigh. I miss New York.
I'm only halfway moved in. I still need to do the furniture. Then, I can let my body heal.