Some party more than others, but we are all very respectful

Everyone living in this building is young with idiosyncratic treasures hidden under layers of gorgeousness.

Of late, my life has been directed into the sole effort of finding a new place to live, because i am moving in less than two weeks. housing has been another life thing to compete for, with tons of people vying for the spaces that don't suck. i've made two offers and have been rejected by both, but i believe there are better places out there. looking for housing is a funny thing where you're welcomed into a stranger's home and seeing how he lives and trying to imagine how you would live in such a place. and both parties are sussing each other out, trying to eyeball measure the amount of crazy that lies beneath. i've wandered apartments all over town good for passing sad hours in small rooms, a loft in the ghetto full of garbage and incense, a little pinocchio house in the hills with an overwhelming smell of yoga, an apartment in west hollywood of russian boys, an aged house full of dusty horse statues and a eerie ghostly woman for a housemate. conversely, mrs. tuckersman and i are attempting to sell the bulk of our furniture. We've lived amongst our things for years - and now we're trying to send them away and the strangers are also coming into our home and we welcome them. we're disappointed when people don't want our things and we're disappointed when they do.