I’m going to miss this.
I’m outside on the balcony with a book and a tall glass of iced coffee. The piano player who lives downstairs is practicing with the window open. Tucker sits at the top of the stairs, watching the people next door as they plan and plant their garden. The organ at Wrigley Field just started. Pretty soon the twenty-something who lives next door will wake up and join me. Her dog will play with Tucker and we’ll talk about her night and when she will be moving and whether or not she found an apartment yet. It’s not the greatest or nicest apartment in the world, but this place is special. I’m going to miss it.