It is every renter's worst nightmare: my building has been sold.
I have lived in this apartment for over 7 years, with no lease and never an increase in my already-inexpensive rent. Had it not been for this apartment, I would not have been able to afford going back to nursing school. It's a dump but it's home.
Without having final word of what is going to happen to all of us, I nonetheless began the process of cleaning out my closets, which have collected the memoribilia and detritus of years of life. In the back of a closet, way up high on a shelf, I found a box of photos that I apparently stashed there for safe-keeping, and then completely forgot about it as is usually the case with such well-intentioned ideas.
The paper on some of the photos is begging to disintegrate, so I scanned them all to share with family. Some of them are far too marvelous to not share with the ones and tens of people who read this blog, so I'll post them for all to enjoy. The first is below. I'm on the left. Apparently the same love that people have for pugs or other such odd-looking creatures is what my mother felt for me. And God bless her for it.