Dear New Apartment,
Please be nice to us. Please. We’ve been living in a house that’s slanty & buggy & owned by a large, old man who traps squirrels in our backyard. It’s cute. It’s charming. But it’s bad for our mental health. New Apartment, can you give us a little sugar? I’m not saying you need to run the bath water before we get home, though that would be nice, and we won’t expect you to build a roaring fire for us in your fake fireplace… but just… welcome the light into your windows; keep your dishwasher firing on every soapy cylinder, keep the bugs out and the love in. I’m just saying. We could use it.
See you on September 1st,