Up, up and away

[lateniteslesley]

That's the last of it. I am moved into my new apartment and cleaned out of the last. No, I didn't flee to Florida. I didn't leave Pasadena. I didn't even leave my apartment building. My roommate and I moved to a floor far away from my upstairs neighbors and their three barking dogs and their two badly playing piano children. It was either that, or

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[trueandspurious]

I never considered the advantages of living in view of a freeway. Hope you get used to the mirror image thing. That's funny about Lolita.

[lateniteslesley]

Yeah, if I couldn't see the cars and just dealt with the noise of the highway, I'd go insane. But it's a nice comfort knowing when I lay in bed, hearing the faint zooming noises, I can look out my window or sit on my balcony and get lost in the rhythm of the highway travelers.

As for the mirror image weirdness, my confusion is reduced to light switch locations. If ever you were wondering about the legitimacy of behaviorism, move a light switch to the other side of the doorframe and see how long it takes to condition your way into a new pattern.

Lolita may be on her last life: remember how Lolita has an irrational tendency to blindly run out doors and jump off balconies? While that was fine living close to the ground, that's not going to work out so well on the fourth floor atop a busy street if she escapes to the balcony and flees for what, a search for a better life? Or whatever it is she runs and jumps toward.