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There is something about living in an older apartment that gets my “Curious Georgette” juices flowing. When I see the various layers of paint in a corner, I begin to wonder…what types of personalities lived in this same space and how did they make it home? Were they homebodies? Night owls? Where did they work and what did they do? Were they artists? Writers? Young? Old?
When I first moved in I noticed a memorial invitation posted on the wall for a Jeffrey Jones. I then put two and two together and realized that I was living in the former apartment of a JJ (his name was on my mailbox). How did JJ pass away? Was is it in my apartment?!?! What sort of life did he have in this little place?
This building has been around for ages…as is apparent by the revolving wall (a former murphy bed), the sink faucet with separate hot and cold spouts (so you have to mix the two together in your hand to wash your face with warm water), the incredibly small kitchen, and the extremely odd angles in every room. I know there must be some sort of fun history that I just don’t know about. Who was the first person to live here? How much was their rent?! What color were their walls? What did they see when they looked out the windows to the now busy street below? My guess is probably not a dog accessory boutique or girlie shoe store.
I suppose I could do the research, but I kind of like the mystery of not knowing and I think I would rather create my own characters and stories from the layers of paint that I see….