My First Solo Apartment, 1996

throughout college i had roommates, later, i futon-surfed my way through the east & west village in the nyc, by the time i landed in san francisco during the fall of 1996 i was done with roommates for good, that is when 204a day street found me, a 3-minute walk from my job at the 30th street senior center where i was the bilingual (spanish) volunteer coordinator, $540 a month & it was mine, when i first moved in i had a cot to sleep on, 6 cds, & a plant, spartan, no question, apartment highlights included: getting up at 5am to admire comet hale-bopp from my roof, hosting thanksgiving & a paella dinner party, listening to sonny rollins on sundays while cooking pasta -my solo sf apartment adventure ended when i moved to paraguay in 1998, but there are moments when i daydream about studio-living, less really was more.

Perfect Days In Spain

summer of 1995 & college is over, a career does not yet exist, i’m living in moraira, spain, on the coast, day begins in love, warm croissants, plums, squeezed orange juice, mediterranean lingering in the distance, watery dream, one mile winding walk to the beach, a 20 minute swim, fish market, vegetables, baguette, bottle of wine, international herald tribune, stroll back to the house, lunch might be paella or tortilla espańola, time is no matter, read the whole paper, every word, then, perhaps some faulkner, light in august or absalom, absalom!, open journal, write about a fictitious future, ideas, stories, nothing at all, afternoon becomes evening, stars, paco de lucia playing guitar on cassette, intertwined night, soft sheets, sound of crashing waves, morning sunlight rays, repeat, day after day.