anamnesiac

Well, I am a homeowner. Shall I laugh or cry?

We closed on the same day that the co-op had their annual shareholders meeting. So, fresh from signing our names on fifty, badly xeroxed pieces of paper, with our bottle of Veuve Clicquot and some sushi in a plastic bag, we stood awkwardly against the wall of our new lobby with the other homeowners and reviewed the financial statments from 2005.

There was a kind of excitement at the meeting, because there has been a big turnover in the last few years with a lot of younger people moving in. For the first time, everyone was at the meeting and they actually had enough people who wanted to be on the board to warrant an actual vote. At the end, we pulled out the champagne and passed out plastic cups – a toast to whatever the hell comes next.

Later, sitting on the floor of our tiny, lovely new purchase, dipping california rolls into the plastic thimbleful of soy sauce, we wondered if it is possible that we might finally have done the right thing at the right time.

Reporting to you live from one of the hardest springs on record.