Big Daddy Gouda

For the first time since I was 17 years old I once again live in Litchfield.

Like a thief in the night, and unbeknownst to no one, I moved from my boyhood home on Barton Street to a tiny apartment in the middle of the woods on Brush Hill Road.

Will my family home sell? Doubtful. Will the bank take it? Probably…someday. Bottom line;  I could no longer afford to wait it out. Truth be told I got tired of  waiting.

So, out of curiosity I responded to an ad on craigslist for a small apartment with all utilities (sans cable) included. Three weeks later, here I am, in the woods, typing away, while the Oscars play on the TV to my left and Andy sleeps on the couch behind me.

Bub gave me a couch last weekend. My father and I moved in my desk, TV, and computer on Saturday. Keely and Charlie showed up with some much-needed house warming gifts like a dish rack, sponges, garbage bucket and a bunch of other things that I wouldn’t think to get. My wonderful mother and step-father capped off the move Sunday with a brand new bed, curtains and the best gift of all – a bag of groceries.

So here I am, in the woods, surrounded by nature. I’ve met a few of the neighbors and they seem pretty cool, which is good because I’m sure Andy the puggle will go nuts when he spends his first day alone in the new place tomorrow when I leave him for 10 hours as I venture to work.

I like the place. It’s small but it’s cozy and warm. Truthfully, I don’t miss my boyhood home…yet.

As those who have visited over the past few months can attest, the place was falling apart and emptying my wallet in the process. Pouring diesel fuel into my oil tank at 3 a.m in the freezing cold last month so I wouldn’t run out of heat really was the last straw. I needed to go and, now I’m gone.

I signed a month-to-month lease which in nice. I’m here but if something should go wrong, like Andy’s barking turns the neighborhood against me or something bigger and more affordable comes along (doubtful) I can just go.

But let’s be clear: That’s not my intention. For now this is my home and I’m digging it.

Call me. The light’s on. Lets play cards.

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here is Andy’s playground.

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