our flat on Nassau St.
Our flat on Nassau St is just next door to the posh neighborhood, ours has a bit more edge. We have a good price for such a prime location. On our block, a quaint, cozy pub named The Green Man. I want to go inside. Enjoy a beer with a friend or a love. Next door, an art gallery, full of empty space but something is coming about. A pretty blonde sits at her laptop tapping away while a determined man constructs together an exhibit. Exciting.
I find our blue door, 17B, and step inside to J & V watching a silly British cooking show, winding down from busy days at work. The flat consists of our basic needs, not much else. I realize at this stage in our lives, material possessions don’t matter. The experiences do. I realize I want to experience a love. But the real kind. I’m not sure if he is here or inAmerica, but I do know that I don’t want to leave here anytime soon.