I took the long way home from work on Friday.
What a week! I wanted to decompress. I wanted to wander for a bit and just look at stuff. It's my favorite NYC activity.
Winding through midtown, I headed north on Central Park West. Just before reaching the Museum of Natural History, I turned left on W. 76th Street and it was on that sun-dappled street that I discovered my dream apartment.
Granted, I only saw it from the outside. But I saw enough to know. To know the way you know about a good melon. (name that movie!!)
Let's have a closer look, shall we?
What's that I spy with my little eye? The raised lid of a grand piano. Le sigh.
And in front of that beauty? A window seat, filled with colorful cushions, overlooking the street below.
Think of all the piano playing I could do! Think of all the people watching! I would be inspired, I would be relaxed, I would be happy, I would be...broke.
Lucky for me, dreams are free.
Dreaming of you - sweet spot on 76th Street. Come see about me sometime, ok?
Forever yours,
Kristy
2 comments:
WHMS, silly. I had Pecan Pie the other night and thought fondly of you.
Waiter, there is too much pepper in my paprikash, but I would be pleased to partake of your pecan pie. Pecan Piiiiiiie. :)
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