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Today at lunch, I went looking for a place to live.
I pointed the car west towards the Gulf while the temperature hovered in the mid 70s (mid 20s). Anhinga and osprey claimed lamposts as I crossed Tampa Bay at high noon on a cloudless day, and the water matched the color of the sky.
I crossed St Petersburg on the north side and ended up at St. Pete Beach. I saw and dismissed two houses on the intracoastal before my gaze happened west and I saw the Gulf of Mexico for the first time since I've moved. I almost did a double-take, I almost wasn't expecting to see it, I was so intent on my "mission". When it did catch my eye, it was green and flat and the parts that peeked from around the hotels dropped off over the curve of the Earth.
I found a great place. I fell in lust with the location, in love with the back deck, and in like with the rest of the house. (Okay, the powder-blue oven and stove kinda threw me.) As I walked out on the dock, a giant blue heron, a large white crane, and a tiny white egret walked up right to me, as if to explain that living and fishing there would entail frequent donations of my by-catch to the neighborhood pack of motley waterfowl.
Alas, the place rented a couple days before, which probably meant that my sneaking in and having a look around broke several local statutes. But, hey, the back door was, like, totally open. Especially when you jiggled it.
So I didn't really find anything else that grabbed me. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to hunt around some more.
I pointed the car west towards the Gulf while the temperature hovered in the mid 70s (mid 20s). Anhinga and osprey claimed lamposts as I crossed Tampa Bay at high noon on a cloudless day, and the water matched the color of the sky.
I crossed St Petersburg on the north side and ended up at St. Pete Beach. I saw and dismissed two houses on the intracoastal before my gaze happened west and I saw the Gulf of Mexico for the first time since I've moved. I almost did a double-take, I almost wasn't expecting to see it, I was so intent on my "mission". When it did catch my eye, it was green and flat and the parts that peeked from around the hotels dropped off over the curve of the Earth.
I found a great place. I fell in lust with the location, in love with the back deck, and in like with the rest of the house. (Okay, the powder-blue oven and stove kinda threw me.) As I walked out on the dock, a giant blue heron, a large white crane, and a tiny white egret walked up right to me, as if to explain that living and fishing there would entail frequent donations of my by-catch to the neighborhood pack of motley waterfowl.
Alas, the place rented a couple days before, which probably meant that my sneaking in and having a look around broke several local statutes. But, hey, the back door was, like, totally open. Especially when you jiggled it.
So I didn't really find anything else that grabbed me. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to hunt around some more.