Camper to Condo

They say everything is relative. I love Betsy. But Tory has two levels, full closets,  a full sofa, a large screen TV, and the capacity for more than 2 people.

I looked at several places today. Some of them were way more posh than Tory. They had pools, rooftop terraces, hardwood floors, swanky lobbies, access to hip areas, and cool professionals running the show. Tory's 'hood is full of kids, barbeque grills, dogs, horse country, and pizza. One of her guardians includes Claire, a woman who hugged me when I met her because, after only a few email exchanges, she just knew I belonged there.


How do you know when something is the right thing to do?

Because it's easy.

I liked the first apartment they showed me, but I didn't like the idea of having people above me. I was torn, but willing to compromise. Then, when I popped back into Claire's office, she told me that a townhouse had opened up. Same price, same availability, but no neighbors sharing roofs or floors. I'm 10 minutes from my horse, 10 minutes from work, 10 minutes from the metro station. There's a grocery store and restaurants a half block away, a Whole Foods down the road, and a neighborhood of beautiful houses all around me. Easy.

Shout out to my partner in crime, Sarah, for finding this place. It's perfect.