Most that know me also know my incredibly fabulous living situation... my best friends... incredible house... hottub... kitchen... parties... etc. But in the back of my mind (and at the front of an occasional conversation) has been the desire to move to the city... but I like living where I am enough to not consider actively looking for anything... and I've been incredibly happy.
...then what should happen but the apparently perfect situation should cross my path while I'm in the perfect state of mind, finances, self-security. So after a lot of talking and whatnot, soundofthemoon has agreed to rent his spare space to me.
So, 2 blocks from the heart of the gay world... who on EARTH am I going to do now? ;)