As I sip my morning coffee I am sitting 20 stories up in Raphael's apartment in Miami. The view is spectacular as I look north toward Broward County. If I get out the binoculars I can almost see lost Canadians searching for Aventura Mall. Sadly, the view won't be a pleasure much longer. Raphael and I are moving in together in a few weeks and we will be at ground level. Not that that is a bad thing. We'll be able to open the blinds and see lawns with neatly painted, late 70s tri-plexes amidst South Florida foliage (one of several, bland, urban Broward looks I have come to appreciate.)
The visuals won't be as uptown fancy as my weekends have been in this place but the rewards of our own place with hassle free parking will be worth it. The new place is very nice inside and I can actually get my stuff out of storage for the first time in almost 4 years. (When I visited recently there were forgotten surprises: a 1940s chair, an old 50s Hi-Fi and a box of German Shepard puppies....luckily someone had been feeding them. They looked chipper and alert as I opened my unit!)
I will say goodbye to my beloved studio and the zen experience. Raphael will lose his view of Biscayne Bay. Together we will gain the creative experience of setting up our own world and have the added advantage of TWO, mind you, TWO Publix within 5 minutes, north or south of us (not to mention, as the real estate ads mention: "Only steps from Georgie's Alibi, Rosie's and the nightlife of Wilton Drive!") In other words......the nerve center of gay social life on the eastern seaboard. I have always wondered what it would be like to be able to walk or ride my bike to Nirvana........now I will know!
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